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... hou's voice fell, and he bowed his head and imprisoned her head with one hand to kiss her.

Gu Mo is not so good. When she was struggling, she saw a white porcelain vase on her head.

As she struggled on the sofa, she seized the white porcelain bottle while Luzhou was distracted.

She clenched her teeth, grabbed the vase and smashed it at luczhou's head.

The vase is very heavy and there is a lot of water in it.

She didn't know where she got the strength to gr ...

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