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Qi Chimu lowered his gaze, his breathing unsteady.
The aroma on her body constantly reminded him of the sensation of death.
It was too profound, yet he was particularly sensitive to it.
He said softly, “If biao mei wants me to draw a flower, I can draw one for you now.”
Bai Weiwei immediately sat upright, somewhat excited.
Women loved beauty, especially beauty that was different from others.
Qi Chimu was well aware of her moody temperament. For now, s ...
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