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Ooh la la, here comes the train.
One embarrassing scene after another kept occurring within the room, and Ye Ling's head was booming; he had completely lost his reason.
No helping it, unlocking too many positions comes at a price.
With legs entwined like snakes in the "Old Tree Takes Root" move, Ye Ling grimaced.
Ooh la la, damn, the express train is coming.
Ye Ling's eyes were blurry, tsk tsk tsk, whoever dares to say Mo Siqing isn't a top-grade woman, come on, I'll battle you for three hundred rounds, fight to the death!
Mo Siqing went wild; years of pent-up emotions erupted, and Ye Ling could barely cope. His heart trembled; it was terrifying—women truly were beings beyond what the mind could imagine.
Ooh la la, screw it, not just an express train, a rocket's launching now.
Outside the room, Mo Xing was trembling with fear, his little heart panic-stricken. What if, just what if, Mo Siqing and Ye Ling really got into something—wouldn't that be awkward?
