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... his neck, smelling a scent of perfume on the tip of his nose, and Lu Mufan moved a few steps forward, watching the room vigilantly.
As soon as I walked, I reached the place where the sofa was placed.
He stopped suddenly, his eyes tightened.
Yang Mu was wearing a white shirt, very wide, her petite figure, loose collar, loose collarbone, hair scattered, a slap face showing a tense expression.
She bit her lower lip and called Lu Mufan gently.
Lu Mufan glanced at ...
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