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Murong Lia was still playing with the cup in his hand as if there was no one kneeling in front of him, not even giving him a single glance.

A drop of sweat slid down Zhou Chonglin's cheek. Zhou Chonglin swallowed his saliva and adjusted his breathing.

He was running too fast, and his breathing was a little ragged.

Seeing that the crown prince was still drinking his tea at a leisurely pace