Read MTL - After Being Forced To Raise a Crazy Milk Dog, I Am So Fragrant - Chapter 117 Be good, let go first!

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... ing, his brows were tightly frowned.

But the strength of holding her waist in his hands did not relax at all.

And this strength also successfully made Cen Qing aware of the situation he was in.

"Let go first!"

What's wrong with coming over for a hug when you disagree?

Struggling to get up, Jiang Ci's shackles became tighter.

In desperation, Cen Qing could only use the tone of coaxing a child, and said softly,

"Hey, let go first, ...

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