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"Xuelian?"
Lu Bu'er was startled, "How did you get here?"
Xuelian lifted her head and glanced at him, her pupils slightly constricted.
She finally met the witch she had been longing to see.
Lu Sixian was sitting on the bed, hugging a plush toy with her short black hair scattered on her delicate, jade-carved face, looking as naive and endearing as a stuffed doll.
Although she was quite attractive, she didn't seem too bright.
Of course, there was another person in the room, much to her surprise.
Yuan Qing.
And this crazy girl had obviously just had a bath, in a lazy home outfit.
In a boy's house, dressed like that, what kind of decency is this?
"We meet again."
She remembered that she was currently in disguise and nodded slightly.
Lu Sixian didn't recognize her, so of course, she didn't make conversation.
Yuan Qing felt utterly bewildered. How could a nun from the Sacrificial Temple appear here?
And it seemed she was quite familiar with Lu Bu'er.
