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The soft and delicate skin under his fingertips felt as smooth and tender as silk, making one addicted to it just by touching it.

Mo Hancheng's Adam's apple rolled and he had the urge to kiss it.

As his pupils grew more and more profound, Qiao Anxia hurriedly grabbed his wrist and stopped his movements.

He turned his head away, not daring to look into his eyes. With an indifferent tone