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This time, it was a familiar passionate encounter, but Su Xiaoxiao had already exhausted all her strength with just a kiss. She had no energy left to respond now. She felt like a small kitten being bullied, pitifully crying out, but there was no mercy to be found.
Jiang Yexun seemed somewhat obsessed, desperately hoping to hear a more pitiful cry from the girl in his arms.
Su Xiaoxiao felt like a small boat floating on the sea, experiencing a storm with the risk of capsizing at any moment. The storm didn't abate until her small boat finally capsized.
Su Xiaoxiao's almond-shaped eyes were half-closed, with misty moisture and glistening waves. Though her expression seemed lifeless as she tried to calm her racing heart, it carried an enchanting allure that made it irresistible for anyone to want to etch their image into her eyes.