With Pei Tingyan here, she quickly washed the Qingtuan, Song Yixi took the towel handed over by the man to wipe her hands, and the dried husky circled her happily.

Pei Tingyan glanced at the mud on Song Yixi's skirt and frowned: "Miss Yixi, is it convenient at noon?" I'm giving you trouble this time...

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