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... of the sofa, and in the blink of an eye, his tall figure completely occupied the entire sofa.
"Mm..." Justin Holden let out an uncomfortable groan, his cheeks flushed, and all the hot breath he exhaled spilled onto Jean Ellison’s wrist.
Her actions paused, and she couldn’t help but study his face intently.
Justin’s eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his thick, slightly drooping eyelashes gently trembled, giving off a sense of aloof coldness.
His eyes remained shut ...
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