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Jiang Tianming rubbed against Xiao Wei's ear, the stubble on his chin still stabbing at her. He raised his hand to stop her, but his palm was wrapped in a warm kiss, causing her cheeks to feel hot as he called out "wife". His voice was low and magnetic, making Xiao Wei's heart race.

"Ding Ling ~" The pink phone at the top of the cabinet rang. Xiao Wei cupped her hands and said