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... ing fingers and looked over. She pointed at the bed and then at the coffee table. In any case, she was not pointing at the wine glass in his hand.
"I don’t care! What’s yours is mine! I want to drink!"
Moan’s little face was as red as a cooked prawn as he struggled to sit up.
She was so drunk that she couldn’t sit up so easily.
Boom! With a dull thud, the empty wine glass in her hand fell onto the carpet.
Feng Yi didn’t reach out to help her up. He only sm ...
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