C542 Men Are All Big Pig Trotters
Kiss her lips again.
The phone screen that Mu Zhengyan threw back onto the bedside table lit up again. It buzzed and vibrated. There was no note on the number on the reminder. It rang and stopped, and then it rang again and again. . .
The two people who were immersed in their senses did not notice that no one picked up the phone.
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