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... and, for a long time, it was difficult for him to calm down. It was only when the cigarette that his fingers were holding onto had burned to the end and singed his skin that his eyes gradually shifted away from Qin Zhi’ai’s abdomen.
Qin Zhi’ai was fixated on his expressions. When she saw his eyes move up, she turned her cell phone screen up to her face, and he looked back at her with a deeply profound stare. Although they were communicating over the internet, Qin Zhi’ai could feel the inte ...
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