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Gao Yang's face reddened, and she did not dare move again.

Smelling the fresh smell of Zhan Fei's laundry powder, Gao Yang slowly relaxed.

When Zhan Fei felt that his body was not as stiff as before, he could smell a delicate fragrance that belonged to a woman on Gao Yang's body.

He didn't want to anger Gao Yang, so he suppressed it with all his might.

At this time, Gao Yang also felt it