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Chapter 816: The Crooked Clay Man, Ancestor’s Melancholy
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... p> A long time passed.
The sparks finally died down.
Bao Gucheng couldn’t resist and gently pecked the slightly reddened, moist lips of the little woman. His voice was deep and smiled, "Now, have we driven them away?"
Zuzi didn’t want the man to feel too proud. She hesitated for a moment and then said slowly, "Well, they were driven away, but I ended up quite thirsty."
She turned around and reached for her teacup to hide her slightly warm cheeks.
Bao Guche ...
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