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The curtains were drawn tightly, and the faint light shone through the gaps on the floor.
It was a waste of the entire row of glass windows on the top floor.
It was a waste of heavenly resources.
In the huge Presidential Suite, only a faint sound could be heard from the bedroom.
Bo Yunli bent forward, gradually closing the distance between them. He lifted su ye's chin and said in a slightly bewitching tone,"Let me check if you missed me."
His fingers caressed her skin, causing it to feel numb.
Su Yemin| She wanted to escape, but he restrained her.
His big hand continued to move down.
A touch of cream appeared on his fingertips.
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"It seems like you missed him, Yingluo."
Bo Yunli's breathing became heavier. His breath was on her neck, hot as if it was on fire.
Su also felt the place he touched seemed to be burning. She said hatefully, " "Can you stop talking?"
What happened to the image of a boss who cherished ink like gold?
