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... gently rubbed the skin on her lips. “Can’t you tell?”
An unprecedented possessiveness invaded his mind, hoping that she would only look at him. This kind of possessiveness was even a little morbid and uncontrollable.
Wen Qiao felt that the atmosphere between the two of them had become inexplicably ambiguous again and wanted to get up.
“Do you want to drink? I’ll get you a glass of wine? Dragon tongue orchid? Whiskey? Or Yingluo?”
Her wrist was held in place. I’m n ...
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