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... tense movement from dancing just now, the hem of her shirt had long come untucked from her waistband, swaying slightly with her actions.
The faintly visible "battle shorts" once again intruded into view, the black, white, and red entwining like a silent shockwave striking directly at Tang Song’s eyes.
Dry mouth, racing heart.
More importantly, Xiao Jing, with her round glasses, still wore an expression of obedient quietness, looking like one of those top students in schoo ...
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