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It hurts my heart.

I immediately pulled on Dong Shuyao's arm and begged him, "Shuyao, it's not what you think. There's a reason for this."

Dong Shuyao flung my hand away in disgust, and said indifferently: "What does your matter have to do with me, I just like little Qian Qian. Since I still have things to do, I'll head home first