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Feng Xian felt that this little girl was like a poppy flower. Her sweet and tender lips tasted sweet the moment they touched her, causing him to be unable to extricate himself.
He took off his outer clothes and laid down. The little girl was already fast asleep, and she seemed to be murmuring in her sleep. Feng Xian frowned slightly. His voice was too soft, so he couldn't hear it clearly
