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... dark, looking at the person who was almost soft in his arms.
Bai Muzhi frowned, seemingly satisfied. These days, he has not seen Cen Simiao, the soft touch is emerging in his mind, he has not lost his interest because he no longer touches, but he feels that his chest is more round and attractive.
He stroked his hand up inadvertently, rubbing Cen Simiao's neck.
Her eyes had become bewildered, she turned her head unconsciously, her cheek touched the back of his hand, and her ...
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