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... eful, don't leave any traces, it won't be good if my wife finds out."

  Hearing this, Wen Wei blushed, is he addicted to acting?

  Just kissing him actively made her heart beat so fast that it burst into her chest.

  Looking at him quietly, the brows of the perfect handsome face are slightly hooked, and the expression on his face is as cold and majestic as ever. If you ignore his messy neckline and look at the expression alone, it is incompatible with the current situation.< ...

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