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... ng beauty in the middle.

   "No, I've asked the hotel to arrange a private car transfer."

  After listening to the butler's words, Li Xueer directly refused the other party's pick-up.

   "But the master's side"

  Knowing that the relationship between the lady and the master is a bit stiff, the middle-aged butler wanted to persuade him, but he didn't dare to be tough.

   "After I settle down, I'll go home and meet him. I'll talk about the rest at that time. Si X ...

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

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“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.