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Fu Huayong said with a smile that was not a smile. The small hand in his hand was not even half of his palm, and touching it felt as soft and as comfortable as water.

Ning Jin gnashed his teeth, she did not even make him like his.

After experiencing too many precedents, Ning Jin knew that it was impossible for Fu Huayong to escape from his embrace if he did not want to let go of her