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ing in his lower abdomen, burning like fire.Ye Fei Mo pulled up her skirt, savagely removing her inner—clothes, bowing his head to take her tender cherry red lips, xishun lightly biting. The other han...nstairs. Ye Fei Mo was alone in the living room reading the newspaper and having breakfast. Seeing her come down, the housekeeper brought up a breakfast for her. Wen Nuan said thank you. She didn't se...