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... r to Zhou Shuren’s bed was one thing, but was it actually okay to hold Zhou Shuren’s waist? She had plastered herself all over him in an instant, her face flushed and sweaty, and she didn’t dare move a muscle. She had originally warned Zhou Shuren not to entertain any ideas about her, but now here she was, throwing herself into his embrace—her cheeks felt slapped swollen. No, jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t wash her clear of this.
Zhou Shuren had long been awake, cough cough, the ...
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