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... and you still refuse to have a proper meal? Must I really write a letter to the Queen Mother?" Yelu Yan frowned and threatened.
Li Xianyun clutched the fabric at Yelu Yan’s waist, nestling in his arms as if boneless, her chin gently resting against his chest, looking up at him with eager, brimming eyes.
This was hardly just looking at him; she was plainly seducing him.
"My husband, you are threatening me again," Li Xianyun said in a coquettish voice.
Li Xianyun ha ...
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