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"Uncle," Ji Anning pulled hard with both hands, pressing Ji Chicheng’s body down and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
Ji Chicheng held her with one hand and reached toward the coffee table with the other, not knowing what he touched, he stuffed it into Ji Anning’s hand.
Ji Anning held it, frowning in confusion, what?
"A box as promised."
As she puzzled over it, their lips slightly parted, and his pleasant voice became low and husky because of ****ing. ...
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