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On the sofa, Sun Yang was on fire, his mind was filled with white flowers.

What a pain!

Helpless, he could only take out the photo Liu Yan had sent him. This little demoness had sent him these past two days, but he hadn't had the time to appreciate her.

"… …"

The night passed in silence.

The next morning, Sun Yang woke up early and went upstairs to buy a set of clothes for Zhou Ruoxi