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“Little junior sister, senior brother was going to Lan manor to pick you up. But Gui Yi didn’t allow, so boring!” Gui San shook the folding fan. Fortunately this was still summer otherwise who knew how people would look at Gui San.


“Come, drink a cup of tea!” Gui Yi brewed a cup of flower tea and placed it in front of Lan You Nian. A robe of white made him appear ethereal. Strands of black silk were erected and casually tied together in the back. There was a feeling of ascending in ...

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