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"Is that so?"

Mochizuki Hajimerou pushed Duan Hong with her delicate, boneless hands. "Are you sure you won't tell me?"

Duan Hong was still laughing. His agate eyes were like crescent moons as he stared at Mochizuki Hajime's chest, "You can't tell an outsider that Hajime is naturally not an outsider. It's just that the lights are bright like the universe