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... ike so, the harder it is for Wen Ying to change her mood, especially now that one is in a relatively safe environment, and the drink they just tasted is still constantly an aftertaste, filling the body with a sense of pleasure and satisfaction. She said in distress, “How can I cry like this!”
Osmund’s gaze flickered and he suddenly chuckled, “you can’t cry? Are you really unable to cry, or don’t you want to cry?” His voice fell to her ear, like a lover whispering in the night, “Do you re ...
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