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... his hair, and his head almost hit the window frame.
Wen Fu Cheng approached her, put his hand on the back of Ying Jing's head, sat on the inside of the car and kissed her lying on the window.
In the perspective of outsiders, I can barely see the back of the scene, and I don’t know what to say.
Wen Fucheng only let go of her when his thoughts were exhausted.
Ying Jing looked at him with big watery eyes.
"Second uncle, you can't separate occasions, ...
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