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... cely, with a strong wind hitting her face.
Zhao Shiyong clung tightly to Zhou Chen’s embrace, greedily inhaling the masculine scent from his chest, murmuring:
"The silver saddle glows on the white horse, dashing like a meteor."
"In ten steps, slay a person, traveling a thousand miles without stopping..."
Her full bosom heaved, her blood boiling with an indescribable feeling.
She really wished she could stay in this embrace for a lifetime.
Riding fr ...
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