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In the bathroom, Rong Zhan had accidentally scratched himself. Sang Xia walked in, frowning slightly as her heart ached. She took the razor and carefully tended to his wound while avoiding it. what are you thinking about? " she asked.
Rong Zhan held her waist with one hand and looked at the cold beauty in the mirror, who was shaving his beard in strappy pajamas. His heart was itching and he wanted to kiss her neck subconsciously. Sang Xia took the knife slice away and kicked him with her slipper. we're leaving. Can't you be serious? "
Rong Zhan smirked. how is this indecent? if you want to say that I'm indecent, I have more indecent ones.
Sang Xia retorted again and stopped his hands from touching her. don't mess around. Be good. It's not easy over there. You're a high-risk professional, so you have to be careful.
