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... ands grabbed Congliang's neck and tried hard. Cong Liang of the divine needle had the upper hand, and the strength on his arms became stronger and stronger. Wei Zishi, who had two small arms twisted, had a thick neck and blushed as if he had been cut in the waist.
"Cough cough... let go!"
Congliang relaxed a bit, coughed a few times, buried his face in Wei Zishi's chest, and smiled sullenly, "Tsk, are you finally willing to talk to me?"
"Let me hold you for a while..." Cong ...
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