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... ticular area of Mu Wanqiu’s body, nodding as he praised, “Not bad, there is quite a bit of growth... What are you doing shielding them? I only have the heart of a healer and no other thoughts. That said, you could undress later and I’ll help you set up a detailed second puberty plan.”


Mu Wanqiu kept her hands over her breasts in response, gritting her teeth while a spark ignited over fingertips.


Jiang He laughed. “It’s just a joke. You don’t have to be that annoyed, do yo ...

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