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... grant and masculine scent was both intoxicating and ubiquitous in an oppressive manner. Tang Mo’er hated him whenever he used his kisses to make it up to her, without making himself clear.
With delicate hands, she reached over his muscular chest and pushed him away from her lips, snorting in annoyance. “Didn’t you say I’m a little shrew? Why are you kissing a shrew then?”
“Ah.” Gu Mohan chuckled softly in a sexy and attractive manner. His large hands slid down her womanly ...
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