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... can know your favorite fiancee." But in the hands of the old man, if you don’t want her to do something..."

Auntie’s words came out, and many people have changed their faces.

The wind and summer 祁 朗 温 温 温 温 的 狐 狐 狐 眸 眸 眸 眸 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐 狐Then he will give up, he did not care about the throne, and he and Bai Lian said that they should guard the blue mourning.

Both Jing Wu'an and Lan Moxian looked ugly and looked at ...

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

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“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.