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However, Long San did not reply to Chen Fan's question. With a charming gaze, he placed a muslin covered arm on Chen Fan's shoulder and sighed, "Chen Fan, do you think I'm beautiful?"

At this moment, Long San's pretty face was filled with spring. His eyes were like pure water, and his mouth was like a raging fire. As he lightly breathed, a fragrant wind blew against his face