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... > Zayne Warner’s suit was only half on him, the white shirt hanging loosely, and his dress pants slightly lowered.
He was half-sitting, half-leaning on the backrest of the couch, and in front of him, a long-haired woman was kneeling on the floor.
The room was filled with indescribable sounds, Zayne Warner grasped the woman’s long hair, sighing deeply from his soul, "I love you... I love you, Cece."
Cecilia Quincy lifted her head from beneath him, her delicate face glisten ...
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