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Su An’an’s fingertip traced the hollow of Lan Cangming’s throat. She chuckled. "Or is the great Mermaid Marshal afraid of being touched?"
She deliberately let her words linger, her other hand pressing against his taut waist. She felt the muscles underneath her palm tighten instantly.
"Don’t push your luck!"
Lan Cangming’s eyes were as if forged from ice, his tone cold and harsh.
But his fish tail betrayed him, rubbing against her calf again and again.
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