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"But it still hurts, nope, no way."
"Situ, what do you mean! Do you look down on me?" Yang Xu's voice carried a hint of anger: "Hmph!"
As they were chatting, Xiuchen also got out of the car. She wore light makeup and was dressed in incredibly seductive clothes along with a beautiful short skirt. However, it was clear she was not used to such attire, constantly tugging at the hem of her skirt. Her walking posture was awkward.
"Te... te... teacher..."
She approached Gu Tao and stammered, "I... I... There's a draft..."
"You've never worn a skirt?" Gu Tao looked at Xiuchen: "No way..."
"Re... really..." Xiuchen bit her lip, coquettishly like a daffodil blooming in the spring breeze: "Never worn one."
"You have it rough."
"Does it... look good?"
