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"What kind of expression is that, it's like I slept with you!" Meng Fan rubbed his forehead. The hangover made him feel a bit uncomfortable. His head felt dizzy, as if a bomb had just exploded beside him.

"You want to!?" That still depends on whether I give you a chance! Enough of your rubbish, why are you here? " Zhou Qing pouted and said.

However, looking at Zhou Qing's clothes