Cen Yuansheng's hand was on Meng Jin'an's waist, and his knuckles were slightly forced, as if they were about to be embedded in her flesh and skin.

She has been made by him all over her body, and she is no less familiar with him than herself.

Through the bathrobe, you could feel the roughness of his fingertips and palms, as if brushing over her.

The characteristic masculine smell, with a faint smell of tobacco, and a woody aroma wrapped in shower gel, blends into the nose.

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Chapter 119 of "The Ups and Downs of Light and Shadow": You dodge first and are hitting with your hand, please wait for a while,

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