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"Jinglin, what nonsense are you talking about." Qi Wenxi hurriedly stopped Whaley and continued, and immediately pulled the other party aside, um, a place where no one else was.

"Qiqi? I'm not talking nonsense, I"

"You know what you're talking about, idiot, don't watch those **** TV dramas every day, and say everything." Qi Wenxi was really embarrassed, she was stared at by Jing Lian's pure and confused eyes, As if she Qi Wenxi thought too much.

Alas, at first glance, J ...

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