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More precisely, it was the couple that caught her attention.
They were kissing intensely, and that man, with a long braid, turned out to be Smith himself.
Song Weiyi ran over excitedly, shouting, "Mr. Smith!"
The man and woman, engrossed in their passionate kissing, seemed not to hear, or rather, were lost in a world of their own.
Song Weiyi's brows knitted tightly, thinking to herself how bold these people were.
"Mr. Smith!" she called out again.
The girl opened her eyes, frowned, and pushed Smith away.
"Who is this, an Eastern chick? What's the matter? Have you changed your taste?"
It was just a Caucasian girl, very beautiful, with a tall figure, easily at least 175 cm tall without heels.
An interrupted Smith was very dissatisfied, "Sweetheart, don't talk nonsense, you are my favorite, how could I fancy another woman."
"Spare me the sweet talk, do you think I'll believe you? You've been found out right at the door, Smith, get lost."
