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All the idle thoughts are gone, only for the people who see them in front of them. Meng is right. It's a waste of time to think about other things. He should pay attention to it.
Yan Sui's hand left from Meng's soft hair, down the back of his neck, and his clothes were torn open. His kiss then slipped down, and the shallow traces were left behind, just like marks of mutual affection.
Meng's body is particularly sensitive, particularly green and astringent. He does not hide his reaction to himself. He calls in a low voice, and the cat is playing coquettish, which makes people itch.
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