After Escaping Marriage - Chapter 123
Chapter 123
“Hello, Ms. Cheng, the diamond ring you custom-ordered is ready. When would you be free to come and pick it up?” The sweet female voice on the phone was clear and distinct.
Cheng Zhanxi couldn't suppress her joy and blurted out, “Today.”
The staff member on the other end said, “Alright, I'll register it for you here. This afternoon, correct?”
The morning had already passed, leaving only one afternoon in the day. Cheng Zhanxi's plan for this afternoon was to take Yu Qingtang to the gallery for a look around, and then, with Yu Qingtang as her human accessory, meet with a collector.
She wasn't free in the afternoon.
She'd gotten carried away by her excitement.
Cheng Zhanxi lightly bit her tongue and corrected herself, “Tomorrow then. I’ll pick it up tomorrow.”
The staff member's voice remained unchanged, still sweet and professional. “Alright, Ms. Cheng, I'll register it for you for tomorrow then.”
The sound of typing, da da da da, came from the other end.
The female voice spoke again, “Hello, Ms. Cheng, it's all registered for you. No later than five in the afternoon, you can come to the store anytime tomorrow.”
Cheng Zhanxi suddenly said, “Wait.”
The staff member replied, “Yes, please go ahead.”
Cheng Zhanxi's fingers picked at the corridor wall. She pursed her lips and said, “Actually, let’s make it today.”
The staff member paused for a moment, then repeatedly confirmed, “Are you sure you want to pick it up this afternoon?”
Cheng Zhanxi gripped her phone tightly and said, “Yes, I’ll be there before five.”
The keyboard clattered, da da da da.
The staff member said, “Alright, Ms. Cheng. This afternoon it is.”
Cheng Zhanxi: “Mm.”
The staff member waited a moment, and when Ms. Cheng, prone to changing her mind, didn't hesitate again, they immediately offered her some blessings and hung up the phone.
Cheng Zhanxi calmed herself in the corridor for a moment, patted her cheeks, and returned to the private room.
The dishes had all been served. The bowls and chopsticks on the table were neatly arranged. Her colleagues sat with their hands folded, each with an upright posture.
She'd never seen them so formal, not even in meetings.
Cheng Zhanxi sat down in the chair Yu Qingtang had pulled out for her, and smiled, “Why aren't you eating? Waiting for me?”
Xiao Xue leaned over and whispered to her, “Miss Yu’s expression is too cold; they don’t dare.”
“Is that so?” Cheng Zhanxi said, her hand reaching over to drape around Yu Qingtang’s shoulder. Yu Qingtang met her gaze and immediately smiled.
All the employees stared wide-eyed.
Did Teacher Cheng just perform a magic trick?
Cheng Zhanxi said, “Let’s eat.”
It was as if a play button had been pressed at the table; everyone picked up their chopsticks and reached for the sumptuous and exquisite dishes.
Cheng Zhanxi’s hand slid down, from Yu Qingtang’s shoulder to her waist. Concealed by the tablecloth, no one could see except for the employee sitting very close.
Yu Qingtang’s gaze also flickered downwards. She whispered, “We’re eating.”
Cheng Zhanxi replied in the same low volume, her tone soft and coquettish, “I haven’t seen you for ten minutes. Let me hold you for a bit.”
Xiao Xue: “…”
Employee #8 next to Yu Qingtang: “…”
Stop it, Teacher Cheng, don’t be so flirtatious. The kids are about to burst from all this public display of affection.
Cheng Zhanxi maintained this clingy posture, serving Yu Qingtang food. To avoid taking her hand off Yu Qingtang’s waist, she preferred to repeat the process of “putting down chopsticks—turning the lazy Susan—picking up chopsticks—serving food” rather than using both hands simultaneously.
Yu Qingtang thought this was too tiring for her, so she freed a hand to turn the glass lazy Susan for Cheng Zhanxi.
One turned the lazy Susan, the other served the food; they coordinated perfectly.
They only had eyes for each other, and when they smiled, their eyes sparkled like stars.
Everyone present unanimously stopped their chopsticks and let out a full burp: “Hic.”
After finishing their meal and showering everyone with their public displays of affection, Cheng Zhanxi took Yu Qingtang to the company for a lunch break. Her studio was tiny, unlike the CEOs in novels who had dedicated break rooms. This was mainly because she rarely came to the studio; being dragged to work by Xiao Xue like this was an extremely rare occurrence, so she couldn't be bothered to set one up.
Inside, there was only a foldable single bed, for occasional use.
Cheng Zhanxi usually slept on the sofa, not even using the single bed.
Now that Yu Qingtang was here, she pushed the single bed and the sofa together. There was a height difference, but rounding up, it was still a bed.
Yu Qingtang lay on the sofa, Cheng Zhanxi on the single bed. They shared the same blanket, holding hands as they napped.
Xiao Xue had something to discuss with Cheng Zhanxi at noon. She knocked and entered, and saw Cheng Zhanxi sitting up from the single bed, one hand still tightly holding her girlfriend's. A wave of guilt washed over Xiao Xue.
She dragged Cheng Zhanxi out to work every day, and look what she had reduced the divine couple to.
Xiao Xue kept it brief, quickly finished her business, and let the office return to its tranquility.
Cheng Zhanxi let Yu Qingtang rest her head on her arm. They shared a wet kiss for a few minutes, then Cheng Zhanxi gently touched her forehead to Yu Qingtang's, helped her lie back down on the sofa, and closed her own eyes to sleep.
It was 1:30 PM, half an hour before work resumed.
In the large, air-conditioned office, those who hadn't gone home were sleeping in various positions: slumped over desks, reclining in chairs with U-shaped pillows, or bundled up in blankets on folding cots. They slept in all sorts of ways.
Employee #3 rubbed the back of her neck, which was stiff from sleep, and groggily lifted her head. A figure silently and indistinctly walked past her.
Employee #3 opened her mouth to call out, but the figure quickly made a hushing gesture.
In the dim light of the office, Employee #3, in the nick of time, recognized Cheng Zhanxi’s face, which seemed to have a soft glow, and covered her open mouth.
Cheng Zhanxi lowered her finger and quietly slipped out.
She was going out to get the ring.
Originally, she had planned to make an excuse to go out alone in the afternoon, but Cheng Zhanxi simply couldn't wait any longer. She drove to the store, gave her name, and had her identity verified. The staff member handed over a small, wrapped box with both hands, saying, “Ms. Cheng, your diamond ring.”
Cheng Zhanxi took it, opened it for a look, and said, “Thank you.”
Very calm, very polite, and restrained.
After turning and leaving the store, she couldn't help but skip a little step. Then, she calmly and rationally took the elevator to the parking lot, got into the driver's seat, and, holding the diamond ring, smiled for a full five minutes.
Driving back to the studio, she kept looking at it and smiling. While waiting at a red light, she bit the edge of her palm, her eyes curving into crescents.
She threw away the ring's packaging bag. After much thought about the box, she hid it under the mat in the trunk, piling obstacles around it.
Cheng Zhanxi dusted off her hands, closed the trunk, and went upstairs.
She washed her hands and face, adjusted her expression, and stepped into the office from outside.
Yu Qingtang was still asleep, curled up on the spacious sofa, looking soft and small. She was sensitive to the cold, so the blanket was tucked tightly around her, with only the delicate, white, soft tips of her fingers showing.
Cheng Zhanxi leaned down and kissed her Sleeping Beauty awake.
Sleeping Beauty was still groggy, her body instinctively responding to Cheng Zhanxi, perhaps even a little too eagerly. Who knew what had been haphazardly etched into her genes; she had forgotten they were in the office and thought they were at home.
As they kissed and embraced, their clothes started to feel askew.
But Cheng Zhanxi hadn't forgotten where they were. Panting, she gently pushed away the body pressing against hers, held Yu Qingtang by the shoulders, and said softly, “Time to get up, baby.”
Yu Qingtang settled for second best, resting her head on the woman's shoulder, refusing to get up.
“We need to go out. Open your eyes,” Cheng Zhanxi said gently.
The gentler she was, the drowsier Yu Qingtang became under her coaxing.
“Then you sleep a bit longer, and I’ll go out alone?” Cheng Zhanxi made a move to get up.
Yu Qingtang clutched the corner of her clothes, her eyes instantly becoming clear and bright as she looked at Cheng Zhanxi. She said, “I’m awake!” She couldn't help but yawn, tears welling at the corners of her eyes. She asked, “Where are we going?”
Cheng Zhanxi wiped her face with a wet wipe, touched up her lip makeup, and took her hand to help her stand up.
“I had something to do at noon, so I stepped out for a bit,” Cheng Zhanxi told her before they left the office.
“Mm.”
Although Yu Qingtang might not have woken up in the meantime, Cheng Zhanxi felt it necessary to tell her. Small rifts between lovers often arose from things one considered trivial. An extra word could prevent a landmine from being buried between them—why not do it?
Yiqing Gallery was nearby. Cheng Zhanxi didn't drive; they walked over.
Yiqing Gallery specialized in modern art, so its sign and font were very stylish. Yu Qingtang hadn't known what the two characters ‘Yiqing’ meant before, but after meeting Cheng Zhanxi’s parents, she learned it was a combination of their names. Cheng Zhanxi’s family loved her very much, and Cheng Zhanxi loved her family very much too. This familial love was evident at all times.
Growing up in such a loving family, it was hard to have any gloom.
Yu Qingtang walked through Yiqing Gallery. Various oil paintings hung on the snow-white walls on either side of the corridor. The atmosphere was quiet. She suddenly had a random thought: If she and Cheng Zhanxi had a child who also wanted to open a gallery or something similar in the future, what would they name it? Zhantang? Cheng Yu?
Yu Qingtang’s face slowly turned red.
Was she thinking too far ahead?
Cheng Zhanxi encountered a friend, also a painter, who had come to see their exhibition. She nodded to them from a distance in acknowledgment. Wanting to take Yu Qingtang over to say hello, she turned her head to glance at her.
Cheng Zhanxi: “???”
Cheng Zhanxi said, “Tangtang.”
Yu Qingtang came back to her senses: “Hm?”
Cheng Zhanxi asked, “Are you very hot?”
Yu Qingtang said, “No.”
Cheng Zhanxi looked concerned. “But your face is very red.”
Yu Qingtang was mortified, with nowhere to hide.
Behind them, Xiao Xue lowered her head, trying to suppress her laughter.
Cheng Zhanxi: “Xiao Xue.”
Xiao Xue took a step forward. “Teacher Cheng.”
Cheng Zhanxi tilted her chin towards the front and instructed, “Go tell Teacher Wu that I’ll find her later.”
Xiao Xue said, “Alright.”
She walked ahead.
Cheng Zhanxi led Yu Qingtang to a quiet, secluded spot. She touched her scorching cheek and teased, “What were you thinking about again? Hm?”
Yu Qingtang, blushing, refused to say.
“Was it about me?”
Yu Qingtang nodded lightly.
Cheng Zhanxi said gently, “Then can I discuss something with you?”
Yu Qingtang looked up.
Cheng Zhanxi said, “Don’t think about it when there are outsiders around. Only think about it when it’s just the two of us. You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want then.”
Yu Qingtang blinked.
Do? Do what?
Have a child with her?
Cheng Zhanxi interpreted her expression as confusion and stated clearly, “If others see you like this, I’ll get jealous.”
Yu Qingtang nodded.
Cheng Zhanxi reached out to touch her face. When the heat had mostly subsided, she took her to meet Wu Mohan.
“The great painter, Wu Mohan,” Cheng Zhanxi introduced solemnly.
Wu Mohan waved her hands repeatedly and chuckled, “Are you trying to embarrass me?”
Wu Mohan wore a long, dark-colored dress. Her looks weren't particularly striking, but she had a very artistic temperament. Her long hair was voluminous, and she had eyes that looked much younger than her age. She looked to be at least… in her forties.
Yu Qingtang estimated in her mind.
Not every painter was as young and accomplished as Cheng Zhanxi. The corners of Yu Qingtang’s lips turned up slightly; she felt a sense of shared honor.
Cheng Zhanxi then introduced the woman beside her: “Yu Qingtang, my girlfriend.”
Yu Qingtang said politely, “Hello.”
Wu Mohan nodded and said warmly, “Hello.”
Yu Qingtang wasn't very talkative. She stood by, listening to the two of them chat. Wu Mohan was also there to look at other people's paintings, and they talked as they walked.
Cheng Zhanxi didn't deliberately pull Yu Qingtang into topics she didn't understand. Instead, she kept her gaze frequently on Yu Qingtang, ensuring she didn't feel left out, which made Yu Qingtang feel comfortable and at ease. Cheng Zhanxi’s thoughtfulness wasn't just superficial; it was a gentle attentiveness that emanated from her very core.
Yu Qingtang didn't understand much of it, but she enjoyed listening to professionals talk. Her expression was focused, like a well-behaved student accompanying her teacher.
It was Wu Mohan who felt Yu Qingtang might be feeling a bit left out. After discussing a painting with Cheng Zhanxi, she proactively asked, “Miss Yu, what do you do?”
Yu Qingtang’s thin lips pressed together slightly.
Wu Mohan looked at Cheng Zhanxi, her eyes asking if she had said something wrong.
Cheng Zhanxi shook her head at her.
Cheng Zhanxi didn't speak up for Yu Qingtang. Yu Qingtang subtly bit her lower lip and said, lacking confidence, “I’m a teacher.”
Yu Qingtang’s insecurity was bone-deep. Professions themselves had no inherent hierarchy, and being a teacher was considered a respectable job in the public eye. But Yu Qingtang felt that compared to a “lofty and superior” profession like an artist, her job was too ordinary, so ordinary that she lacked the confidence to say it openly and proudly.
Her insecurity wasn't about the teaching profession itself, but whether she, as a teacher, was a good match for Cheng Zhanxi. Cheng Zhanxi said they were very compatible, but what would her friends and colleagues think?
Wu Mohan glanced at her in surprise. A teacher?
At first glance, she had thought Yu Qingtang was a corporate elite, managing countless affairs, the kind who handled deals worth millions at the negotiating table. Later, listening to them talk, she thought Yu Qingtang was a wealthy young lady from some prominent family, a pampered daughter. Now that she said she was a teacher, Wu Mohan suddenly felt… it seemed quite harmonious too.
Indeed, a beautiful face allows for such versatility, and it's also deceptive.
Wu Mohan smiled and said, “A great people’s teacher! My apologies for not recognizing you sooner.” She was a bit dramatic, but her expression was sincere.
Wu Mohan said humorously, “I also wanted to be a teacher before, but I wasn't cut out for it. I kept failing the exams. Helpless, I had to resort to selling paintings professionally.”
Yu Qingtang laughed.
Wu Mohan patted Cheng Zhanxi’s shoulder and said, “I always hear people calling you Teacher. Now that you have a real teacher at home, how does it feel?”
Cheng Zhanxi said candidly, “I feel very happy. To have a teacher in my life, what more could I ask for?”
Wu Mohan laughed heartily.
After this interlude, Yu Qingtang’s mood clearly lightened considerably.
The collector they were to visit in the afternoon was an elderly lady, well-acquainted with Cheng Zhanxi. This visit was half business, half social. Cheng Zhanxi had informed the old lady in advance that she would be bringing her girlfriend. As a result, apart from business matters, the old lady was far more interested in Yu Qingtang than in Cheng Zhanxi. She chatted with her continuously and even gave her a small gift before they left.
Yu Qingtang didn't understand the value of this gift, but Cheng Zhanxi did. The trinkets the old lady casually gave away were treasures if taken out—though they were merely a drop in the ocean compared to the old lady’s entire collection.
On the way, the two of them got jealous of each other.
Cheng Zhanxi was jealous that Yu Qingtang was loved by everyone she met. The old lady, whom they had just met, was so generous, giving away collectibles just like that. If it weren't for the fact that the old lady had a husband and a house full of children and grandchildren, Cheng Zhanxi would have been so jealous as to suspect the old lady had taken a fancy to Yu Qingtang.
Yu Qingtang knew the old lady treated her specially not for any other reason, but because she was Cheng Zhanxi’s girlfriend. The old lady was at least in her seventies. Cheng Zhanxi truly charmed everyone, young and old, male and female. Who knew how many others had succumbed to her charm. She herself had only been in the Capital City for a few days, and already known admirers included Tan Lingfei, the friend who confessed ten years ago, the groom at the stables, and a couple of servants in the Cheng household who secretly adored her… and so on and so forth.
The Capital City’s Queen of Jealousy versus Sicheng’s Queen of Jealousy—Sicheng’s Queen of Jealousy won.
Cheng Zhanxi’s jealousy was always expressed immediately and dissipated quickly. At most, it would last until the evening, and making love once would resolve it. If not, then they’d do it again.
But Yu Qingtang said nothing, bottling it up inside, where it accumulated more and more.
While kissing in the car, Yu Qingtang bit Cheng Zhanxi. A real, solid bite. Cheng Zhanxi let out a pained “Mmph!”
Yu Qingtang licked Cheng Zhanxi’s lips.
Cheng Zhanxi’s features relaxed, and just as she was about to immerse herself in the kiss, Yu Qingtang bit her again.
Cheng Zhanxi: “???”
What’s wrong with Yu Qingtang? And also, why was she actually a little excited?
Yu Qingtang pressed her down into the driver’s seat and kissed her. Her fingertips traced the soft, pale skin of Cheng Zhanxi’s neck, the pads of her fingers gently pressing against her carotid artery. Her lips parted slightly as she looked down at Cheng Zhanxi imperiously.
Cheng Zhanxi’s heart nearly leaped out of her throat. She swallowed, forcing her heart back down along with her saliva.
This is so dominant!
She was immediately ready!
Yu Qingtang didn’t let her be ready. She lowered her head, brushing her lips against Cheng Zhanxi’s. Her hand moved from Cheng Zhanxi’s neck, bracing herself on the edge of the driver’s side window, and prepared to pull back.
Cheng Zhanxi reached out and grabbed the sash of her suit, her eyes dark and intense.
The car doors locked.
They were already home, in their own garage; no one would be around. Cheng Zhanxi and Yu Qingtang unlocked a new location: the car.
It wasn't as wonderful as described in novels. The car was too cramped. Yu Qingtang hit her head on the roof several times, and her long legs couldn't stretch out. Only a kneeling-prone position was barely manageable, but then her head hit the car door. All in all, it wasn't great. The two of them basically eliminated this option from their future activities.
They immediately had their fill once they got home. Yu Qingtang’s waist, which hadn't fully recovered from the previous night, suffered further—adding frost to snow. Cheng Zhanxi proactively imposed a three-day abstinence on herself.
The very next day, Yu Qingtang seduced her into breaking the rule.
Cheng Zhanxi: “…”
Desire couldn't be forbidden, but they could reduce the frequency and intensity.
Once Yu Qingtang got into the mood, her self-control was much lower than Cheng Zhanxi’s; she couldn't care about anything else. At critical moments, it was up to Cheng Zhanxi to maintain her composure to save Yu Qingtang’s precarious, slender waist from actually being broken.
After taking Yu Qingtang out for a day, Cheng Zhanxi returned to her days of working alone.
Every morning before leaving, she would furtively check the ring hidden in the trunk, press it against her heart for a moment, and then put it back securely.
She had countless proposal plans in her mind, but when it came to actual execution, she shot them all down one by one.
She racked her brains, thinking about the proposal to the point of insomnia. During the day, her energy was low, and she relied on coffee to stay awake.
After two consecutive days of insomnia, Cheng Zhanxi created a group chat with her close friends and childhood buddies, naming it “Cheng Xixi’s Think Tank.”
[Cheng Zhanxi]: Urgent help needed!
Messages instantly flooded the screen.
Think Tank No. 1: Coming, coming!
Think Tank No. 2: Ahhhh, Xixi, Mama’s good big girl, kiss kiss, good cub! Xixi, fly bravely, XX will always follow!
Think Tank No. 3: Never thought I’d one day be called a think tank member [doge head emoji]
Think Tank No. 4: Hahaha, damn, who isn't? I was just dozing off, and this literally made me laugh myself awake.
…
Think Tank No. 15: Am I the last one?
Think Tank No. 16: It’s me. Everyone’s here, you can speak now.
[Cheng Zhanxi]: Thanks, everyone, brothers and sisters. I’ll keep it short then.
[Cheng Zhanxi]: I’m going to propose.
Everyone: ??????
Everyone: !!!!!!!
[Think Tank No. 1] has left the group chat.
…
[Think Tank No. 15] has left the group chat.
In the blink of an eye, only Cheng Zhanxi and Jin Siyue were left in the group.
Cheng Zhanxi: ???
[Jin Siyue]: Did you forget something?
[Cheng Zhanxi]: What is it?
[Jin Siyue]: Everyone hasn’t met your girlfriend yet.
Cheng Zhanxi: “…”
Cheng Zhanxi privately messaged each of them to apologize and pulled them all back into the group.
[Think Tank No. 1]: Hmph!
The next fourteen people followed suit with a “Hmph!”
[Cheng Zhanxi]: My bad, my bad, my bad.
[Think Tank No. 1]: What’s the use of apologizing? Unless you bring your girlfriend out for us to meet.
Everyone: +1.
[Think Tank No. 15]: Jin Siyue, why are you joining in the fun? Haven’t you met her already?
[Jin Siyue]: Who would mind seeing a fairy an extra time?
[Think Tank No. 2]: Are you free? Aren’t you on tour?
[Jin Siyue]: I must rush over to see the divine Jiejie!
Jin Siyue’s lavish praise for Yu Qingtang undoubtedly made the group even more excited. They were all clamoring to meet Cheng Zhanxi’s girlfriend. If she didn't let them meet her, they wouldn't give any advice. They even threatened to visit as a group; after all, they all knew where she lived.
Cheng Zhanxi temporarily went offline and called Yu Jianxing.
Yu Jianxing wasn't in the same circle as the group above, so Cheng Zhanxi hadn't added her to the chat and planned to ask her separately.
“I want to propose. Do you have any suggestions?”
“So soon! Is it that person?”
“Who else?” Cheng Zhanxi’s voice carried a dangerous undertone.
Yu Jianxing laughed heartily, then opened her tablet. She said, “Hold on, I’m buying a plane ticket to the Capital City for this afternoon.”
“Why are you buying a plane ticket?”
“To meet your girlfriend, of course! I haven’t seen her since you two officially got together.”
“I’m proposing, not getting married!”
“Hahahaha, I don’t care about that,” Yu Jianxing said. “I’ve bought my ticket. If you don’t show up with your girlfriend, I’ll go around crying to everyone that you loved and left me. And I’ll hire a child and say it’s yours!”
Cheng Zhanxi: “???”
“See you tonight,” Yu Jianxing said before hanging up.
Cheng Zhanxi stared at her phone. On one hand, the disconnected call; on the other, the WeChat group constantly popping up with new messages. She instantly felt overwhelmed.
Her attempt to seek proposal advice had failed; instead, she had attracted a large wave of “girlfriend tourists.” What kind of situation was this?
But they had a point. She and Yu Qingtang had been together for so long, and she hadn't introduced her to her friends. Now that Yu Qingtang had even met her parents, she should be able to accept meeting them, right?
[Cheng Zhanxi]: I’ll go back and ask her.
Cheng Zhanxi’s message in the group stirred up a thousand layers of waves.
[Think Tank No. 1]: Why is our Xixi acting so much like a bottom?
[Think Tank No. 2]: To be honest, I think so too. Hesitating over a proposal, it’s not like her style.
[Think Tank No. 3]: Indeed, you can’t judge a book by its cover. Some people look beautiful and dominant on the surface, but privately, they’re a total sub.
[Think Tank No. 4]: This is when we need the only one who has seen the fairy in person, our beautiful Yue Jiejie, to clear up the confusion. Is the divine Jiejie dominant or not? @Jin Siyue
[Jin Siyue]: Dominant.
Everyone was happy.
Cheng Zhanxi locked her phone screen and ignored the group. After finishing her meal outside, she went to the Cheng residence to pick up Yu Qingtang.
She had business matters that evening and couldn't get away. Yu Jianxing went back to her own home, and the plan was postponed until tomorrow.
At a crossroads, Cheng Zhanxi’s car stopped at a red light. One hand rested on the steering wheel, the other reached out, fingers spread. Yu Qingtang lifted her hand from below, and they tacitly intertwined their fingers. She was looking down, reading a Weibo article praising Cheng Mo.
Cheng Zhanxi looked at Yu Qingtang’s profile and said hesitantly, “My friends want to meet you.”
Yu Qingtang wasn't very surprised. She looked up and asked, “Which one?”
Cheng Zhanxi said, “Yu Jianxing.”
Yu Qingtang remembered her and nodded. “The one who pretended to be a cross-dressing big shot.” She asked, “When are we meeting?”
Cheng Zhanxi said, “That’s not important. There are other friends too.”
Yu Qingtang’s expression remained calm, even holding a faint smile. “Who?”
Jin Siyue?
Cheng Zhanxi licked her lips and said, almost unable to bear it, “All of them.”
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