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"Shuang Er? "Why are you blushing?" Fang Yu's hand caressed Ling Shuang's slightly flushed face, his entire body slowly leaning forward, his voice carrying a bit of a seductive and coarse magnetism.

Ling Shuang was thrown into a flurry of spring water by the aura of the golden man that pounced on him. This man looks so alluring and delicious, I don't think I'd care if I ate a mouthful