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"Yes, why not!" Chi Ao couldn't help but laugh even more. His voice was low and heavy like raindrops hitting the zither strings. It was so hot that Xia Chuyi could hear him, "I'm yours. Mr. Golden Lord, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, he straightened his back without any shyness.

Xia Chuyi: "…"

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