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... s very unhappy. Why did he look as if he had seen a ghost?

Wasn’t she beautiful? Wasn’t she at the prime of her youth?

What a bad taste!!

Peng Zhongfei quickly composed himself and looked at Gu Yundong with a dry smile. “Miss Gu, so it’s you.”

He smiled brightly on the surface, but he was crying inside.

Every time he saw Gu Yundong, he would be unlucky. It was not easy for him to recover. Over the past year, his family had not been in much trouble. His day ...

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

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“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.