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He remained stoic, as if he had become a statue. She tried to please him by bringing her face closer to Rong Ling's, at a height slightly lower than his, tilting her head up and wearing a cautious sm...area of her clothes. It was slightly transparent, probably because it had been wetted by Rong Hengduo's tears. It seemed a little see-through now.This man!Her ear tips flushed, and she bumped his elb...