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... nyun finally understood what it meant to play with fire.
Yelu Yan held Li Xianyun tightly, his rough knuckles sinking into her delicate flesh, his head deeply buried in the curve of her collarbone, dripping with sweat, his skin as hot as boiling water.
Seeing his pitiful state, Li Xianyun said, "Husband, actually I can withstand it, if you want, then..."
She really couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.
Yelu Yan smiled and said, "I can endure, let’s talk a ...
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