"Brother, how can you say that about him?" Ye Qingyu stretched out her hand coquettishly and beat his chest.

"Brother, did you say something wrong?" Ye Xuanye took advantage of the situation and held her wrist, just after running, her palm was very hot, and her pulse was still beating fast.

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