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After the two of them spoke for a few minutes, Zhang Zihui suddenly hugged Yang Zhiyan and turned around, pressing her down against the tree trunk. At the same time, he pressed both of his arms against the tree trunk, trapping her in the middle.
<p></p> < p > "Zi Hui, what are you doing!"
After a long silence, not only was Yang Zhiyan panting a little, her face had also turned scarlet red
