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... is large palm was still pressed on her bruised knee, as if he had suddenly forgotten what he was supposed to do next.
He leaned down to her, half-kneeling by her side, and his other hand grasped her waist.
At this moment, if he wanted, nothing would be too excessive.
"Zhiwei," he whispered her name tenderly, his thin lips kissing her soft, flushed cheek with devotion.
His palm pressed down slightly harder.
"Zhou Lin?" Cheng Zhiwei’s head was tilted, her ey ...
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