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"Marquis, no more, it’s too spicy..."
Chu Zhihu’s pretty face was flushed, looking back at Zhou Chen’s strong and perfect physique, breathing like an orchid, her gaze like water, full of charm.
Meanwhile, Chu Zhihu collapsed weakly, her cherry-like lips opening and closing, like a fish out of oxygen, gently gasping.
Beside her, Chu Weixiong was even more unbearable, having already fainted.
Only the Princess Consort and Empress had the highest cultivatio ...
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