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Irima: What's with that face of yours?
Satan: Mh? Oh, sorry. I'm not responsible for anything my face does when you're talking.
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Irima: What's with that face of yours?
Satan: Mh? Oh, sorry. I'm not responsible for anything my face does when you're talking.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro