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... ould the two at the back seat consider the feelings of this single, pitiful man?
It’s uncomfortable!
Heart-wrenching.
Feels like crying.
What to do?
He too desires to be in love.
Mo Qishen’s arm was tightly wrapped around Ni Yang, his chin rubbing against her neck.
Ni Yang pinched his chin, slapping his face while saying, “You bastard, your beard is poking me!”
Faintly colored, the stubble on his chin isn’t too noticeable, but it pr ...
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