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"Yours is mine, mine is yours. Our relationship is inseparable!"

"What twisted logic?"

"That means your toothbrush is also my toothbrush."

Han Mu raised his eyebrows and gave Jiang Liran an ambiguous look.

"…"

This man was definitely hopeless.

"She was naive and almost thought she took the wrong toothbrush?"

He turned around and left.

If she continued to argue like this