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... inine femininity as much as possible, and then add some European-style romantic and beautiful furniture. Although he did not know what style of decoration the Q & P girls liked, most girls would yearn for the beautiful fairy tale world, so the decoration should not step on the thunder. He also proposed to leave the largest bedroom, install a wall mirror, install floor curtains in front of the mirror, and give them a practice room.

The head of the studio gave him a specific completion ...

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