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... lt everything in his mind leave him. Only Ning Dai’s figure became clearer and clearer, getting closer and closer.

Her smile was charming, and her eyes seemed to have light in them. Her seductive red lips opened and closed gently, and she let out a gentle call.

“Second Brother, don’t hold it in.”

Mo Chen’s body trembled. He felt sorry for Ning Dai, who felt uncomfortable squatting. He stretched out his arms and carried her up.

“Let’s go to the bed.”

After washi ...

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