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"Zhou Ting, will you marry me?" Zhang Yue raised his head, revealing his exquisite facial features in front of him.

"Marry me. For people like you, marry me however much you want." Zhou Ting patted Zhang Yue's perky butt.

"That's not proper!" Zhang Yue said with a red face.

"Right, Little Ting, when are you leaving?" Yang Fen asked.

"One in the afternoon, let's pack up