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"Hmph. You want to play with me? You're courting death." With a sneer, he threw the phone onto the bed behind him. He closed his eyes and fell heavily onto the bed.

Suddenly, the image of Tang Moqi's petite and pretty figure, as well as her submissive and cautious expression, appeared in his mind. For some reason, every time he saw her, he would think of his mother. When he kissed her that day