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Shen Tong had a black eye mask on, sitting on the edge of the bed, her fingers unconsciously twisting the high-quality bedding.,Teng Tianjun made a cold move, tearing off the only piece of clothing in three or two moves.,During the day, a low hum of that little man whimpering for him to be gentle kept echoing in his ears. His eyes would constantly see the image of himself exhausted and nearly passed out from sleep. He savored the feeling and couldn't help but do it again...。

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