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watched as the man leaned on the soft couch, his breathing gradually becoming even, yet he could only sigh helplessly. This Rong Di, having a home and not a bed, dominated her soft couch.

Although she wasn't a real young girl, she was still a girl after all.

How could he sleep in this room in front of a man?

When he wanted to take back the An'er's clothes and sew them back together