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Feng Sinan’s thin lips slowly moved away from her forehead. He reached out his palm and caressed su xiaoying’s cold and delicate muscles. “Looks like I shouldn’t have let you come over tonight. Who told you, Sara?”
Su Xiaoying looked up at him. “Yes, or No?”
Feng Sinan nodded. “Yes.”
So that was really the case.
Su xiaoying lowered her head.
Feng Sinan’s big palm ran through her hair and gently hugged her into his arms. “ ...
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