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Joanne felt a bit down. She tossed and turned in bed, then switched off the lights and cried in the darkness.,The masculine aura of strength washed over him, a pair of scorching hot hands gripping his waist, an unprecedented feeling that made Qiao An's heart relax. Drunk, he couldn't tell if it was real or a dream, a flirtatious smile in the darkness.,Dragging the suitcase from the corner, I quickly left...。

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