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    Chapter 37 It's his fault. An Yu stretched out, put his fingers on the armrest of the sofa where Xing Zhan was sitting, and said comfortably, "It's pretty good." Glancing at the waving wrist in front of him, Xing Zhan didn't hold it tightly as before. After waiting patiently for a few more seconds, he saw An Yu changing from lying on his back to lying on his side, with his back to him, and his hands retracted under the pillow. Xing Zhan took the fat cat aside with a cold face and was about to get…

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