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It was always a short time.

Pei Qingle kissed Liang Chenglu's face many times and even held his hands with strong possessiveness.

"Did she kiss you?"

"She doesn't dare."

[She's already holding onto your arm!]

"She can only hold onto my arm."

"I still feel angry and jealous! I don't want her to touch you anywhere!"

"Then I'll go back and take off my arm