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Chapter 25: Throwing Herself Into His Arms, His Name Is Fu Xinhan
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... the living room. When she recalled the warm touch on her back and the scorching breath that fell on her ear, her face heated up again.
Why do I always lose my composure around him?
"Wanwan."
"Cousin." Song Fengwan took a deep breath and adjusted her breathing.
Qiao Xiyan came downstairs. He was wearing black trousers and a white shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar. He had phoenix eyes and thin lips, and his black hair was messy, exuding a wild and uninhib ...
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