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... eyes were level with Fu Xing's waist.
The white waist is like a fragile art that breaks when touched.
But the vague texture seems to contain endless power.
This almost delicate beauty is almost impossible to take away.
Yun Chu reached out and touched it.
Not soft, a little firm, but the skin is delicate.
Fuxing felt numb around her waist, and the skin she touched was itchy.
His throat moved slightly, and there was a trace of b ...
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