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... ing a bandage to Lu Cong’s wound, she walked up to the kitchen island and started cutting up the unfinished fruits, prepared to juice them.
The sight of her being so diligent was utterly enticing. Unable to suppress his desire, Lu Cong walked over and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her delicate waist.
Murong Qian’s heart began racing again. She slightly shifted her body, attempting to wriggle out of his hold, but he just tightened his grip. He rested his sharp chin on ...
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