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Yun Shu's complexion turned completely pale in an instant; she gripped Mu Ri's hand, her voice choked up in a moment, and she asked cautiously, "So, in your heart, am I the same as your previous women?"

Mu Ri's lips were coldly pressed together, remaining silent, just coldly gazing at Yun Shu.

This answer could be said to be self-evident.

Yun Shu cried, tears falling like a string of broken pearls, looking pitifully at Mu Ri: "If I'm the same, then why don't you touch me, tonight… come to my place… prove it to me, that I'm just the same as the other women…"

She embraced Mu Ri, who then pushed her away: "A man doesn't need too many excuses not to touch a woman, I think you should understand that!"

You don't interest me, naturally, I won't touch you!

"Then why do you promote me, given our past relationship, you know I like you! I always have!" As she spoke, Yun Shu leaned into Mu Ri's embrace again, rubbing her soft chest against his: "Mu Brother…"