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"…"

Gu Mengmeng's neck turned red when she heard this. He lowered his head and did not speak any further.

Gong Nanling held her hand.

His palms were covered in cold sweat.

"Mengmeng, I really …"

Gu Mengmeng raised her head and saw a layer of sweat appearing on his forehead. She hastily interrupted him.

"Why are you sweating so much?"

"I don't know either."

Gong Nanling whispered