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After a long time, Cang Mang let go of the panting Tang Moqi and let her lean into his embrace. He stretched out his broad palm and helped her breathe. His deep, slightly hoarse voice sounded next to her ear: "You're not allowed to do this again in the future. I'm jealous. I'm jealous."

"One hundred and ninety-three, stay with me."

Tang Moqi, of course, understood the meaning behind his words