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Qiao Shanshan walked slowly down along Bai Senyu's forehead. She was very dissatisfied. How could a man's skin be better than a woman's? It was soft and smooth. Bai Senyu felt the small hand on his face slowly slide to the corner of his mouth. Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the small hand that was restless. Qiao Shanshan, who was beside him