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... A few droplets of crystal-clear wine leaked from Su Qingdai’s lips, slowly sliding down her delicate chin, clinging to the fine, snowy texture of her skin, passing over the beautifully curved and plump neck, until they vanished into the pitch-black valley Zhao Rong could not see.
Throughout the drinking process, she gazed at Zhao Rong, unblinking and sideways.
The latter also watched her with interest.
This display captivated many onlookers, but what followed was even mor ...
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