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Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,After a pause, she took a sip of her coffee and continued, "I actually wanted to discuss something with you, but you were sleeping so soundly that I assumed you agreed. Besides, I didn't pour much anyway.",Just as he was about to lose control again, Ye Jiu Liang leisurely took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and tossed it to him.。