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... d out that when I put my phone in my pocket, I accidentally turned on the camera and recorded this video and their words.

Yang Zizi didn’t delete it, maybe it’s still useful.

  It was three o'clock in the morning while playing with the mobile phone. Yang Zizi finally couldn't stand it any longer, so he lay down on the table and fell asleep.

At this time, Xi Jin happened to wake up. He got out of bed, looked at the human girl, and couldn't help but smile.

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