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... white memory of youth. Even years later, when recalled, she remained coldly elegant and pristine.
But at this moment, she lay back on the sofa, playfully dangling one black-stockinged foot, her eyes sparkling as she called out Big brother.
Jiang Qin felt that even an experienced woman like Ding Xue, despite all her skills, couldnt utter Big brother in such a heart-stirring manner.
The difference between fake cuteness and genuine cuteness was vast, just as the destructive ...
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