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... Mochan couldn’t help but stretch out his hand and pinch her small face again.
The skin was creamy, intoxicatingly so.
"Do you still want the motorcycle?" His lips maintained their upward curve.
Ye Jiuliang’s eyes lit up, "Who said I didn’t want it?"
If it’s free, why not take it? Aqian would die of envy.
Li Mochan smiled, but deep down he was already planning to collect a few more limited edition motorcycles to pamper his little wolf pup with.
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