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... is own lust. The right hand explored the man on the bed of the cold jade.

When his finger was about to touch Shao Qianru's cheek, he was caught. However, holding his hand was really cold and tight, and people couldn't help but want to squat in his hand.

In fact, he did. Backhand handed Shao Qian's right hand in the palm of his hand, then sat on the edge of the cold jade bed, pulling the cold hand and steaming at the mouth, giving a little warmth.

Shao Qian was actually awake ...

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