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... d, though she was still a bit annoyed inside.

Shen Chi pinched her chin and pecked her lips lightly.

In the dark car, the temperature suddenly rose.

Xu Chaomu awkwardly pushed him: "Talk properly, don’t touch me. You have another woman’s perfume scent on you."

Shen Chi frowned, giving her a puzzled look: "Really?"

How come he didn’t smell it...

"Don’t doubt a woman’s intuition."

"Is that so?" Shen Chi didn’t believe it.

He had only ...

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