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Xi Mu Cheng looked at her pouting lips and his black eyes flashed. He ignored her refusal and walked in without hesitation.
"Are you angry?" He came up behind her, his strong arms around her slender waist, his firm chin resting on her peeling shoulder.
Her slim back suddenly stuck to her broad and firm chest. A strong male hormone had rushed into her nasal cavities. Xia Xiaoxiao's body stiffened and her nerves tensed up.
She was afraid of wishful thinking again, and it was enough to be embarrassed once, because if she was embarrassed, she would hit the wall.
The jumping natural gas and the boiling water gradually heated up this narrow space.
Noticing her uneasiness, Xi Mu Cheng sighed almost inaudibly, as if he was reading her mind.
The big hand on her waist kept tightening, and her smooth, handsome face was pressed against her delicate cheeks. Wet and hot air sprayed down, like invisible hands twisting around her senses.