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Ying Lee's slightly cold, white hands slowly slid across Shi Yuze's chest and up, then they caressed Shi Yuze's strong neck and faintly held his face.

Ying Lee slowly lowered her head. Her long hair flowed down like water and fell onto Shi Yuze's arm.

Facing Shi Yuze's wolf-like gaze, Ying Lee pouted her pink lips and lightly touched his sexy lips.

Just when Shi Yuze got closer to capture her