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"Or rather. You're more used to using your hands. " Mu Yun's scorching lips bit into Song Nuo's earlobe.

The most sensitive address for a woman. He gently took it into his mouth. Twisting it deftly with the tip of his tongue.

"Don't... "By hand." Song Nuo was so scared that he was on the verge of crying. It was always light. There were barely any emotions in his eyes