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... on the back of Ying Jiuyao’s neck bristled.
His fist grazed Su An’an’s temple as it slammed into the wall, instantly denting the alloy surface with a web of cracks.
Su An’an pressed her hands against his chest, urging him.
"Hurry and answer it. What if it’s an emergency..."
Before she could finish, he captured her lower lip and sucked on it hard.
Passion churned like magma in Ying Jiuyao’s Gilded Beast Eyes.
"I took a week’s vacation. No one is goi ...
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