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... int distant lights, the boatman asked: "Sir, do you want me to wait for you here?"

Jiang Xiu went to the shore, and the lake under his feet hit the stone steps and it was slippery. "No, you go back!"

Chartering is charged on time. Just like a taxi, you wait for it, you can't pay, the boatman is somewhat boring and says, "Then I went back, but I turned over from the mountain and the road was not close."

Jiang Xiu has stepped up the ladder, and the boatman noticed that Jiang X ...

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

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“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

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