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Fu Weichen embraced her waist, pressing her into his embrace.

Song Xiaoyu hooked his neck as he gasped for breath from Fu Weichen's kiss. The man's hand stroked his back, and his lips left hers, drooping his eyes to look at her dazed look. Fu Weichen's center of gravity was leaning on the sofa, his black eyes staring solemnly at her