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... stop pinching my waist..."
Qiao Ruoxin’s slender waist was gripped tightly by the man, the strength suffocating, as if he intended to snap it in half.
Upon hearing her tender voice, Mr. Mo finally let her go.
He looked down at the Little Ghost in his arms, his voice ominous and terrifying, "I fucking shouldn’t have gotten you a male bodyguard!"
Qiao Ruoxin was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter, "Do you really think I’m interested in your bodyguard?" < ...
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