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Late at night, no fingers, he sat on the edge of the couch and beckoned her, indifferent voice without a trace of temperature: "Come over to please the king!" She gritted her teeth, trembling hand, pulled open his lapel, he stormy storm took away her complete wall body. <br /> so angry, just because of a sentence she sounds like flirting words, "Your Highness, I heard that you do not lift?" <br />★★★★<br />She once soul wear, become a humble...