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... elong’s mouth, but it also had a strong fragrance.

To Rong Linyi, it was more terrifying than a dagger.

He took a step back almost subconsciously.

Rong Xuelong had already grabbed the opportunity and snuck into the room.

“Hahaha!” Rong Xuelong laughed out loud with her hands on her hips. “You have to catch them in the act, and they have to pay for it! Let’s look at the bed…”

Madam Rong, who had already entered, looked in the direction of Rong Xuelong’s fin ...

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