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Seducing Wife: President Husband is a Little Bad
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"You slept with me, you're responsible for me," said the seven-footer, actually biting his finger weakly to accuse her. "Did I sleep with you? Where's the evidence?" The woman crossed her arms, her pretty little face swollen red. "The evidence is in your stomach ah, we'll know after ten months," he laughed harmlessly, then reached out and wrapped his arm around her, exhaling in his ear, reminding, "We didn't use measures last night." He was nothing more than a temporary pad that she had pulled in a moment of anger, but he had hijacked her bed, relied on her room, and finally plagiarized her heart.