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... s, what Helen Xiu thought was not Jing Month, but he.
He Lian Xiu tightened his lips, pressed the strange discomfort in his heart, turned and went to fetch water, as every night did, wring the towel, wipe the face of Feng Moqing a little bit, then go down mobile.
When he reached out to unravel the clothes of Feng Moqing, his wrist was suddenly caught by one hand.
He Lian Xiu's hand trembled, the towel in his hand slipped, and fell on the chest of Feng Moqing. He Lian Xiu loo ...
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