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Not only did he not lose face?
Luo tianlin listened to the little girl’s soft inquiry and turned his head to look at her. He saw that her snow-like face was covered with a peach. The pink powder was a tender color that only very few red wines had.
The car window was closed, and the faint fragrance of flowers on her body beca stronger. Accompanied by the heavy sll of wine today, it burned like a small flower that was blooming.
People tasted it.
Luo tianlin lowered his dark eyes and clasped the girl’s little claws that were scratching his palm playfully.
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