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His body was scorching hot after exercising just now, Yan Ci's hand was soft and soft, he was slightly startled for a moment, and wanted to withdraw his hand. "do not…" Xia Zhinian was still curled up holding his hand, but he didn't recover. The touch between his movements made his whole body tremble, his almond eyes widened, and he instinctively took the hand out of his arms. Yan Ci paused, his fingertips were still delicate, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved, sincerely apologizing. "Excuse me, I want to pull your clothes." Xia Zhinian: "..." The boy quickly touched his belly through his clothes, his head seemed to be thrown out by a passive version of sit-ups, before he regained consciousness, he slowed down and his voice was weak. "Stop pressing my feet, I want to
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