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... nd Rong Yan’s waist, slowly set down his wine glass, and his lips, stained with wine, looked like petals touched by cinnabar, red and sexy. His thin lips parted, and his deep eyes rested on Rong Yan, "Your health isn’t good, mom told you to drink less. Next time if you want to drink, let me do it for you. Yanyan, be good~"
Oh my god.
Rong Yan’s legs went soft, nearly failing to hold herself up.
What, what, what does he actually want! If you want to kill or torture, just s ...
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