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When Ling Ao Jing released his hand, he was satisfied to see that his face was even redder.

"En, the taste is pretty good."

"Get lost!"

Ruan Mo was enraged as he glared at him.

Ling Ao Jing crossed his chest and ridiculed: "Get lost? "So you were rolling around in my bed today."

"…" Ruan Moyan was speechless for a moment. She turned her head and felt depressed.

Today, he was truly possessed