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... down on the sofa, deepening the kiss.
The temperature in the room seemed to have risen all of a sudden.
Han qiqing was a little nervous. She didn’t know whether to push him away or hold him tightly.
Knock knock knock
“Mr. Han.”
The Secretary’s voice came from outside and interrupted their intimate moment.
At this moment, han Yuexu’s big hand was about to reach into han qiqing’s shirt.
The warmth of his palm was still on her skin.
Han qiqin ...
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