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... ittle... just angry from embarrassment .
Nesting lazily in Ah Da's arms, Xiaoya stared at Ah Da who was sleeping soundly beside him. Although she often played the piano but never left a trace of calluses, she poked hard at the firm finger that made him feel uncomfortable. I envy the pectoral muscles that I hate. Seeing that after poking for a long time without making a red mark on it, instead poking her fingers tired and hurting, Xiaoya finally gave up the idea of poking a hole in it, a ...
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