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Qin Xiaoliu put her hand in her chest out of boredom and came out to caress her chin. At some point in time, she had poked a hole in the clothes Mo Qingfeng had given her. The market was very lively, but the guy next to her had changed into a face that others owed him five hundred sticks. She didn't know if he came out to buy New Year's food or not