The white shirt was half rolled up and was hanging between her arms. It restricted the movement of both her hands. Shen Qianshu was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. She had no means of escaping in front of the big wolf.
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"Master, it hurts…" Shen Qianshu cried. She did not know whether the sensation she felt was shame or pain. She was trembling so much. Ye Ling tried to deceive her by kissing her lips. It was as if he was pacifying her. However, his hands below did not stop at all.
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