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But looking at Sheng Anxia's hand that was pulling her sleeve, her fingers were slender and slender. Her fingertips were smooth and fair like pearls and jade. Gu Hanmo did not know why he did not dislike her pulling him like this.

He couldn't help but furrow his brows.

But why did he suddenly become agitated? It was as if there was a voice that kept repeating beside his ear