Pity, inexplicable...

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"You..." Xia Yimo stared at Longyaochen with angry lips. For a while, he didn't know what to say.

"How... I took care of you for two days and waked up with this attitude toward me? There was no anger in the gentle voice, just a deeper play.

Longyaochen looked at Xia Yimo with deep eyes, and his clear face was as indifferent as this, but on the thin lip side there was a kind of indifferent evil spirit.

Xia Yimo looked up and down at Longyaochen slightly, endured it, and finally opened his mouth and asked, "Do you really have a split personality?"

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