Xiaoyu reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, stretched out his hand and grabbed her dress hem. He was ashamed: "speak softly, keep your integrity."

Night whispered, turned his head, stared at her, lowered his voice and said, "cut, we're all here in this place. You still talk to me about wool Festival."

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