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As expected, before she could even think about it, the woman had already walked up to Yan Luoluo with a reserved smile, extended her hand, and picked up the wine cup Yan Luoluo had placed at the side, tightly pressed against her collar, as she poured all of it onto her shoulder-length evening gown, and said word by word, "Your dress offended me," as she said that, her gaze landed on Yan Luoluo's