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"Who did you learn it from?" "Brought with you, sister" Why can't she dress like this? Isn't that what he likes? "Sister?" He thought back. Looking at his expression, she knew that he was pretending not to remember again, and was perfunctory with her again. This time she would never let him go, and she would remember it for him. "That's the sister who dresses like me. Her bright red camisole dress and V-neck..." She swallowed. Sure enough, it was all a result of her inexperience. "It's much lower than my... This one," he said quietly and quickly. He frowned and looked at her. Looking at her gestures, sensitive vocabulary descriptions, and the clean white and tender skin under her neck, even though it was only a little exposed, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He picked up the suit jacket and threw it to her, just right on her head. She had no time to respond and was frightened by the suit. It seemed like he was angry. She carefully took off her suit jacket and quickly put it on herself, her head flashing brightly. She had to run away quickly. Although she still couldn't fight against these rival sisters, she would be the one to die if she didn't run away now.