Duan Yunchu's head was a little dazed, and there seemed to be a rampaging wave in his body, which washed strongly in the depths of his heart. His hot big hand subconsciously poked into the quilt, the exquisite dream-like curve, touching the palm, smooth and tender like clotted fat, the hand felt so beautiful, his eyes changed instantly. It was as if there was a lead, which was ignited, and touched the nerves that had been sleeping for a hundred years, and his heart was like boiling water, churning, rushing without him...

"Mr. Su, Bad Intentions" 144: You won't let me go is hitting in your hand, please wait a moment,

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