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"No, it's not like that, my wife …" "That's not what I meant …" Meng Shaoting dodged left and right, finally seizing the opportunity to press her hand down slightly. Beneath his, his breath was hot and it burned her face. She couldn't help but want to avoid him, but he chased after her, giving her a gentle kiss on her face. "Wife …" I was just being nice to you