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Pout high

In the afternoon, the sun was still hot and spicy.

Through the purple curtains, speckles of faint light reflected in. When the wind blew gently, the curtains moved, the colorful lights disappeared, and the specks of mischievousness were adorable.

Little Lian had only drunk two bottles of beer, which was not a small amount for her.

Having been refreshed