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"ah? Oh. " Rong Yun to react quickly should be a sound, the line of sight away from what Yin Zhen wrote, the body instantly froze. On the white and clean rice paper, two words are carefully written-Yongzheng.

"You ..." Rong Yun didn't know what expression was on her face for a while, even her head was buzzing and her palms were cold. She felt that everything around her seemed to have disappeared, and she could only see Yin Zhen's deep and cold line of sight.

"You really know these two words." Yin Zhen suddenly smiled and dispelled the coldness just now. Rong Yun suddenly felt a soft body, even can't hold the table, see will sit on the ground, but the waist is more than a hand.