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... light jump, she landed on his lap.

A smile appeared on her face as she circled her arms around Shen Yu's neck and enjoyed his warmth, inhaling his manly scent.

"Master, I really love you. It really came as a surprise for me that I would actually fall for someone. But I guess even someone like me can't resist your charms."

She smiled and leaned on his chest, sighing.

"You know, I was always jealous of your wives. They could do things like this whenever they wanted ...

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