“Really?” Cen Qiu raised his eyebrows slightly, and slowly dragged a long tail, in a heart-wrenching tone, making the scratcher’s heart itchy.
Flynn’s eyebrows were oppressive, and he sneered, “Except Fu Xiaoting, I don’t like anyone else.”
Cen Juan chuckled slightly, his tongue pressed against the wall of his mouth, his appearance was a bit rippling, “But she is as cute as listening.”
Tessa, “…”
Inexplicably, I felt a little hot in my ears.
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