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... foolishly watched as Sun Dasheng started taking off her clothes, her mind racing. Why didn’t Wen Wen send me a message about leaving for something urgent, instead sending it to him? Is there something fishy going on here?
"Let me see the message," she asked.
"Here, see for yourself," Sun Dasheng said, handing her his phone. He then patted her bottom. "Lift up a bit, your pants are pinned down."
As Xie Moyao read the message, she subconsciously cooperated with his movemen ...
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