Logan Zhuang was reciting the manuscript given by Madeline Siqin while Madeline Siqin was writing with a pen beside him.
The beauty sitting upright, writing is serene and beautiful. Even her sackcloth clothes cannot conceal her elegance and refinement. The pen moves, and each character flows like a snake.
Logan Zhuang looked secretly, and then secretly looked again. The beauty was delicate and moist, plump and beautiful, like a peach blossom in the wind, intoxicating and charming.
"What are you looking at?" The beauty opened her red lips slightly, her eyes moving.
"Look at my wife." Logan Zhuang blurted out.
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