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Xiao Ruobing, who was wearing a short skirt, sat down on the sofa in the living room. It was obvious that she had become unnatural.

A rare hint of scarlet appeared on her usually ice-cold face.

The hem of her skirt was above the knee. Ye Chen had no other furniture to add to it, not even a small pillow to block the blow. The girl felt helpless.

Fortunately, Ye Chen