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He was a normal man. Desire towards the woman he loved was instinctive!

Thinking about it this way, Mo Hancheng became even more confident and confident.

"Go away …" Qiao Anxia put down the hair dryer in her hands and turned around. Her small hands struggled to push against his chest.

Mo Hancheng took the opportunity to grab her wrist and buckle it to his chest, then accurately kissed her lips