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"You mean graffiti. That's perfectly normal. A lot of people are bored and write and paint on the door when they let go of their hands. " Jiang Yuxin simply put down her chopsticks and wanted to vomit the rice that she didn't have the time to swallow.

"It's not like graffiti." Ding Qian got up and took a pen and a piece of paper. He pushed the snack box to the side, spread out the paper