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... Ming with a mischievous smile

" By the way there is one more advantage of being a Dual Cultivator not to mention a high quality one like you" Bai Lingxi said with a smirk

" Oh, what might that be?" Wang Ming asked with curiosity in his eyes

" You said that he wanted to make other men cuckolds right?" Bai Lingxi asked with mischievous glint in her eyes

" Hey, don't phrase it like that I just wanted to spread the warmth of my body to the lonely women who have felt ...

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