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... puller of the tracksuit and pulled it down. Because of his embarrassment, the movement was painfully slow, the fine teeth of the zipper were staggered one by one, and his face gradually turned red to drip blood.
Since he didn't dare to raise his head, Huo Tinglan stared at him almost recklessly, like a falcon locking its prey. It wasn't until Ye Ci's shame reached the critical point that he clenched his fists loosely, as if he was about to hit someone, that Huo Tinglan suppressed the slu ...
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