The girl's eyes looked at him like this, and her clear eyes were full of sincerity, as if to say whether it was okay or not.

Wang Luzhi nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.

He looked away, took out a notebook, and began to tell Maolilan what he had just heard.

While talking, I drew all the mahjong tiles by the way.

One tube for one, seven tubes for five.

In each of the seven cylinders, there is a circle painted red

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