Deathly silence. Xia Xiyan rubbed Xia Chaorong's waist very skillfully in the palm of his hand. "Tap, tap." Xia Chaorong pinched the back of his chair and muttered. Xia Xiyan's palm added a little more strength. Sen Ran pursed his lips and looked at the two captains of the first and second teams of the recovery place sitting on the sofa opposite. Cang Xiang held the flower tea and sighed infinitely: "It turns out that such a thing as confession in the assessment month really exists." ...

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