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Two other people reacted at the same time.

Bo Wu Ai frowned, an indescribable discomfort crawled out of his forehead, but he could not find the reason.

By the side, Qiu Hannwan was the same. Her hand was pasted on the table's decorative patterns, her fingernails like spring onions were clenched tightly, nearly snapping them in half.

Even more serious were the beauties of the imperial harem