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After Wang Junhua was comforted, the awkwardness disappeared without a trace. She took a step forward to please him and half-kneeled in front of him. "Fourth Prince, I really want to kill Servant …"

Her fat hands touched his bronzed back, sliding over it like a greasy lard in boiling water. Jin Wushu looked at her undisguised hungry eyes. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't --fat meat