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Su Ya's face turned pale white, she subconsciously retreated half a step, stuttering.

"This... That's not so good. "

The skirt she was wearing today was like a veil, as she carefully adjusted her sitting posture, afraid that she would be exposed. She did not expect that Brother Qiang would actually want to pour this goblet of wine on him.

Seeing that Su Ya was not willing to obey