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122. A day of dry wood and fire 11

"No." Pinched her little face, Feng Xing quietly embraced her waist, and his five fingers were touched by her waist through the clothes. The elastic skin felt very good. "Go up first."

Change your clothes, take a shower, and come down to have a refreshing meal.”
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