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... n the back seat of Han Xueying's electric scooter, Li Zhiyan gently wrapped his arms around Han Xueying's waist.
Because it was a bench seat, Han Xueying could clearly feel Li Zhiyan's body heat.
Since her husband had died, she had not felt the warmth of a man.
For a moment, an instinct awakened within her.
Han Xueying suddenly regretted bringing Li Zhiyan along; after all, there should be a distinction between men and women. Now it was as if he was lying on her b ...
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