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Only, Shen Ximing's face was growing more and more gloomy. Qin Xiaoshui, who was drunk, was restless in his arms. Sometimes she rubbed against his chest, sometimes she twisted and sometimes she rubbed against his chest. After a while, she burrowed into his chest as if she felt the heat.
When they finally reached home, Shen Xi Ming placed her on the bed. Just as he was about to leave