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Li Jiang, who was lying on the bed with his clothes discarded, opened his eyes.

He looked at the cloth in Qiao Yanran's hand and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Qi Ze, you?"

Qiao Yanran, "…"

The atmosphere was indescribably silent.

Qiao Yanran handed the bathrobe that had been torn into pieces over to him without the slightest embarrassment on her face. She only revealed a calm expression