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... chan couldn't help but let out a pleasant, light laugh, the curve of her lips harder to suppress than an AK recoil. She was quite sure she had already struck a chord in his heart.
The poor little lamb was lost on the edge of ambiguity, struggling to stay conscious.
Her competitive nature even tempted her to wrap her arms tighter around Xu Qingyan's waist, pressing her raised chest against his, wantonly trampling over his remaining rationality, and with one push, pulling him into ...
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