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... hanging on her side were pulled into small powder fists. She forced her soft palms with her nails to keep her awake and rational.
"Aren't you going to marry Lu Qier, let her call it."
Gu Mohan stretched out his bony palm and hugged her willow-like thin waist, and attached her delicate body to his healthy skin. He whispered, "Tang Moer, one day You will call my husband. "
"His," Tang Mo'er raised his eyebrows and snorted.
Gu Mohan's complexion changed, and his low mag ...
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