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Zhang Ling's eyes were bloodshot as he strode forward and grabbed the woman's thigh, about to throw her out, but the moment he grasped her thigh, his heart suddenly stirred.

So soft...

As if possessed, Zhang Ling's hand slid up.

Then, it slid up again...

By the time it reached the top, Zhang Ling's head buzzed, and he stared straight at the bun-like soft area, suddenly tearing off his own clothes and pouncing onto the bed.

"Oh~"

Hard as iron!

"Mmm~"

Hard as iron!!!

"..."

The next day, Zhang Ling woke up groggily to see a white girl with a blush still on her face lying in his arms, a girl-next-door type of young woman, which made his brain crash.

But he obviously realized something, and with a look of decay, he collapsed onto the bed.

"Dong dong dong..."