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... he gazes of his subordinates.
Xu Qing buttoned up his shirt with a cold expression. His slender fingers moved quickly. If it wasn’t for his reddened ears, one would have thought that he was as cold as usual.
His long fingers unconsciously touched his neck.
This was in the morning.
She suddenly pounced on him and kissed him hard.
It was called a stamp.
At that time, Xu Qing was dumbfounded. She stood there in a daze and allowed Fu Xi to do whatever ...
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