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"What are you doing, eating tofu from me!" Xu Weixing smiled. "What?" Han Shaoran bent down and approached her, "Weren't you very scared just now?" There happened to be an alley next to it. Xu Weixing had never been treated like this before. She blushed all of a sudden and didn't know what was going on. "Han... Han Shaoran", Xu Weixing pointed at his nose and walked back, "Don't lean on..." Xu Weixing's back was pressed against the wall of the alley, and the dim light shone on Xu Weixing's hair and looming face. Han Shaoran's profile was portrayed like a character in a comic. It indicates that the two of them will regret the atmosphere if they don't do something. "Don't... Don't come... Closer to Ang!" Xu Weixing blushed and walked inside. "Be careful... Be careful I hit you!" Xu Weixing raised his fist and stopped. Han Shaoran wrapped Xu Weixing's fist in the palm of his hand.

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