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"By the way, Tangyu, could you help me install the TV?" Mo Xiaoqing asked.
"Of course, I can." Tangyu nodded, stood up, and began to open the packaging. Mo Xiaoqing watched silently beside him, and the scene added a hint of an ambiguous atmosphere between them.
It was a thirty-two-inch LCD TV that only needed its stand to be attached, which was actually quite simple. Tangyu quickly finished installing the TV and looked up, his gaze landing directly on a pair of snowy whites, instantly causing his blood to surge.
At that moment, Mo Xiaoqing was bending over, watching Tangyu work. The action naturally caused her clothing to drape downwards. It was early autumn, still somewhat warm, so she was dressed lightly, wearing just a T-shirt with a blue bra underneath.
Looking down through the neckline, it felt as though he had entered a profound and secretive Holy Land. Mo Xiaoqing's figure was not overdeveloped but held a considerable charm, complementing her proportions harmoniously.
