they be whispering bout sumtin
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not really moshang, but you can pretend it is
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Burning the midnight oil.
🐹❄
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Shen Qingqiu could not help but steal glances at him. He could only manage to slide in a few looks before being caught by Liu Qingge. The latter halted him immediately. “Don’t look at me!”
The more he said that, the more Shen Qingqiu wanted to look at him. Only then did he realize that, maybe because Liu Qingge was too angry or something, a faint pink had climbed from the corner of his eyes all the way to his cheeks.
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''Angry?'' Luo Binghe viciously spat out two words: ''I hate!''
''I hate myself! I hate myself for being useless. I hate myself for not being able to get anybody to stay. Never… has anyone been willing to choose me.''
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