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Leaning on that thick and warm chest, Song Xiaoxi was panting heavily, as if he had just experienced some extreme exercise. He was extremely tired.

As for that small hand, it had been grabbing onto Jing Shenghan's hospital gown.

"Woman, are you inviting me?" Lowering his head and looking at the shallow ditch, Jing ShengHan said in an indifferent tone. There was no other way