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... r, wishing she could tear off his shoulder!

The man chuckled softly, his laughter filled with pleasure. He patted her head, “Or should we switch sides? I still need to sign documents with this arm tomorrow.”

She glared at him angrily, then let go of that damn man’s shoulder.

“Just because you tell me to bite, I have to bite? Keep dreaming! I won’t!” Her puffed-up expression was extremely adorable.

But she still lifted the man’s collar and glanced at his shoulder. ...

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