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... usual, and it was the tickling of his nose that brought him to consciousness. Before even opening his eyes, he had pulled the mischievous Xiao Yingying into his arms.
As Song Xiaodong’s hand caressed Xiao Yingying’s body, he said, "You little demon, pestering me early in the morning, not letting me sleep, do you deserve a punishment?"
"Sure, my dear husband, please punish me." Xiao Yingying twisted on Song Xiaodong’s body, clearly a seduction, a lure.
"Ah, you little dem ...
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