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... ductive red lips, which, although the overall features were obscured, evoked the allure of a poppy flower, mysterious and incredibly tempting.
Jing Hang was nearly stunned.
Ming Yao tapped his head, “Aren’t you getting out of the car?”
“Yes, Queen Senior Sister.”
Jing Hang got out of the car and opened the door for Ming Yao.
The atmosphere in the nightclub was great, with private rooms upstairs shielding the revelry from outside, while downstairs on the da ...
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