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The man's thin lips pecked at Bo Leyao's snowy neck, bringing a faint blush to her skin, as if she were quietly blooming with a hint of fragrance. He held her slender waist with one hand and cradled her head with the other. Bo Leyao opened her misty eyes and panted weakly in his embrace, instinctively pressing her hands against his firm chest in resistance. "Good girl, Yao, good girl