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He leaned forward again and pressed against her. “You only want a red packet?”
Song Fengwan held her breath. Who didn’t like money? If he was willing to give money to her, she would naturally be willing to accept it. But at this moment…
They were too close. She was surrounded by his aura, and his intoxicating scent of alcohol mixed with sandalwood and agarwood drilled into her bones and blood domineeringly.
“What else?” Her voice was soft.
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