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... ao Gucheng, still savoring, kissed again and again.

Really didn’t want to get up.

Just kiss until the end of time...

This thought seized the man’s usually firm and unwavering rationality, wanting him to indulge recklessly.

However.

The thin tent couldn’t truly block out the sounds inside and outside.

The noise from the female students lining up outside kept filtering in —

"Why hasn’t Zuzi finished her check-up yet? Is she getting an EKG? Do ...

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