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Xiao Mo pursed her lips and looked at the ring on her finger. She seemed to be regretful, "Sigh, when are you going to propose to me?"

Hearing this, the club that was putting on the ring paused for a moment before opening their mouth again, "Even if you propose marriage, you won't be able to eat it, so stop reciting it."

"Do you even want a face?" Little Mo gave him a fierce glare