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"Qiongjiang." Mo Hua turned his head to look at his blushing face.

"..." "Hmm?" Ye Qiongjiang lowered her head, her voice was like a mosquito's buzz, low and inaudible, her shy posture like a young girl, causing people to feel tender towards him.

Beads of sweat oozed out of his palms along with the fingers he held in his palms.

"Let's go there!"

Ye Qiongjiang raised his head