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Helan Xue bit her lips and swallowed her breath.

The tip of her tongue lingered on her lips. Her teeth nibbled gently, from top to bottom, back and forth, always without stopping.

Yi Ren stood straight, her entire body stiff.

Different from Yan Han's kiss, if that time, she could still clearly feel Yan Han's restraint and intensity, but this time, it was completely useless