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... p> Li Xianyun lay on Yelu Yan’s chest, her little face flushed, lips slightly swollen, clothes slipped down, hanging askew on her shoulders, leaving marks of love on her snow-like skin.
She breathed heavily, her small hands not idle, playing with the black mole on Yelu Yan’s collarbone.
Yelu Yan’s clothes were also crumpled, revealing his firm chest.
Their embrace was so beautiful it was almost embarrassing to look at.
After Li Xianyun’s disordered breathing had c ...
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