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Ye Qingdi lowered his head and looked down. From his angle, his gaze was just able to peer into Duanmu Yan's collar. In the bright light overhead, a pair of puffy breasts held her corset high, like two big, powdery snowballs, and between her neck hung a small emerald Buddha's jade pendant hanging in a deep groove in the middle of the snowball, unfathomable and unthinkable to the eye