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However, the blurry figure of Gu Dacheng gradually faded, and the man's face slowly turned into that of a tiger.

It was as if his slender fingers were Wang Hu's rough palm rubbing against every corner of his body.

Zhao Xioulan imagined that Wang Hu was right in front of her chest, wanting her to stay there. She didn't care about anything else, and her hands started to move faster