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During holidays or festivals, as long as Lin Zhenghui was at home, he was always in charge of kneading the dough.
Now, Lin Zhenghui felt the same way, treating it like dough to be kneaded, just with a little less force.
But Guan Xiaohui didn't want him to continue kneading in this way, she had something more exciting in mind.
So she gently lifted her skirt while her other hand reached for Lin Zhenghui's "brother" intending to let his "brother" come forward to solve her problem.
When Guan Xiaohui touched Lin Zhenghui's "brother", he shuddered.
"Xiaohui, we can't do this," Lin Zhenghui withdrew his hand.
"Quit pretending, your 'brother' is betraying you," Guan Xiaohui unzipped his zipper.
When she saw Lin Zhenghui's "brother", she almost fainted onto the sofa.
"We really can't do this, it wouldn't be fair to Lin Zhuangguo," Lin Zhenghui said, watching her gaze fixed on his "brother."
