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... rasped Qiao Jing’s rabbit tail and refused to let go, giving it a few squeezes.
“I really like this outfit of yours, but it’s for my eyes only.”
The soft sensation in the palm of his hand inevitably reminded him of other things, like that night on the cruise ship…
Qiao Jing set down the thermos she was holding and slapped Zhan Qipei’s hand away.
“Let go, go drink the soup yourself.”
She should’ve changed into another outfit before coming up with Zhan Qipei ...
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