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Wen Xin walked over and naturally sat in his embrace. Leng Jueye reached out and hugged her, and Wen Xin quietly snuggled into his embrace, like a cute little kitten. He turned his head and kissed on her forehead.

"En ?" She wanted to hide.

Leng Jueye reached out his hand, and gently caressed that lips that he had kissed no less than a hundred times