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... rowded together, winter, the street lights extend a row, the trees on both sides are due to the season And the baldness is clean.

The music in the bar is deafening, the lights are bright and colorful, there are already many people in the dance pool, and many people are sitting together in the group of three and five, chatting and playing, occasionally looking at the hall. Long good looking man woman.

When the songs and Qin Siting walked in, they looked at the men and women around t ...

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