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... Mo Jingshen’s hand was gently and comfortingly caressing against the thin fabric of her sleeping dress.
Ji Nuan pursed her lips, muttering to herself for a moment before glancing at him.
“Earlier on the phone, Secretary An said that she might have dropped her lipstick on your car.”
Mo Jingshen’s charming brows rose slightly. “Lipstick?”
Ji Nuan glanced at him unhappily and then tried to push his arm away from her waist gently. “Let go of me first. Don’t yo ...
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