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... tment windows weren’t tightly closed, so a gust of wind blew in and cooled Xiang Huaizhi’s chin, as if to remind him that he had just been kissed.
The initiator of this act laid on the sofa, his body was still wrapped in his coat, his legs were spread wide apart with one actually stuck against Xiang Huaizhi’s calf, his eyes opening and closing, and he looked at him vaguely.
“What?” Jing Huan’s voice was very low. “If you have a debt, you have to pay it back, tha ...
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