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... place.


Whether Mo Liancheng is raising his head or lowering it, as long as the corner of his eyes moves, he would be able to sweep her whole body. This feeling is like being treated as a prisoner, which makes her feel very uncomfortable.


Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows, his head was still not lifted, and his eyes did not move. He patiently waited for her.


"In fact, it is not a big deal, but Tan'erfeels that w.a.n.g Ye has been sitting in the study for a while, a ...

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