Shen Ning Ran Bao Ji
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Guan Xinyue's words carried a veiled meaning. Making an appointment to go to a hotel with someone late at night and not answering phone calls, what could she possibly be busy with,Shen Ningran's expression at this moment was terrifyingly calm.,She frowned. The room smelled of incense, but not ordinary incense; it was aphrodisiac incense.。