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... tion.
However, the sound became more and more shredded with time, and finally turned into a low cry.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the stomach of the person lying on the bed rumbled, Nie Zihang stood up and propped himself against his ear, **** his wet hair.
"hungry?"
Yu Jingxuan nodded, buried his head in his chest, and responded in a low voice, "Yeah."
Nie Zihang gently caressed along his back, the ocean-like pheromones tightly wrapping the person.
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