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... bad taste.
The next second, Tang Mo'er's head exploded and suddenly understood what he meant.
This old driver!
She got dumped!
"Gu Mohan, you go down-stream!" Tang Mo'er raised his tiny white hand and wanted to give him a slap.
Gu Mohan turned his head slightly, avoiding, and slender fingers reached out and clasped her slender hawk, pulling hard.
She smothered her little head and hit him directly in his wide, warm chest.
The masculine man, who was ...
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