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When Nangong Yun's words fell, Qing Luan, who was standing by the vermillion door, bit her lips, with his slightly callused hands, she placed them on her waist, just as she was about to make a move.

However, Luo Wuyou seemed to have some sort of feeling.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at her. That glance was as deep as mist and crystal clear as the eye