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Zhao Jing's heart was beating wildly, she knew that no matter what Dongfang Weiming wanted to do, she could not resist. Her slightly cold hands tightly gripped onto Dongfang Weiming's clothes. Her body was tense as she carefully leaned into Dongfang Weiming's embrace, looking like a child who had done something wrong.

When Dongfang Weiming looked down at her