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Su Zi Mo let out a breath, his face was slightly red, and his red tongue could not help but lick his red lips, as if he was reminiscing that feeling. His lily-white hand wrapped around Feng Qingyu's neck, and he looked at her provocatively, saying, "Tell this princess, are you mine or hers? Will you marry a concubine? "

"Dang …" Of course it's you … of... "Yes