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... h the dim lighting, exuded an aura of sexuality.

Sheng Mumu was leaning against the edge of the bed, her alluring posture showing off her curves. Her red lips were slightly parted, seeming to pout and complain:

"Qi Mo, are you not able to perform? Even when I'm like this you still won't touch me?"

As the words fell, a strange look arose in the man's dark eyes.

Sheng Mumu, who had just transmigrated over, was also shocked by those words. Just now, a blinding white ...

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