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... Wen Xingyuan just heard Feng Jiyao's shouting like a pig, and his heart was almost jumping out, turning to look at Feng Jiyao with her eyes closed, her mouth opened slightly, panting, the rosy The pink face, he knew she must be comfortable and content.

"Yaoer, I'm sorry." Wen Xingyuan held her enchanting, slippery body and apologized softly.

"I did everything, do you say I'm sorry to use it?" Feng Yanyao opened her eyes suddenly and gave him a cold glance.

"Yaoer, I was wron ...

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