The fingertips licked the texture of every inch of the skin, and the warm touch easily made people misunderstand that they were being carefully cherished.
He wanted to sleep in this illusion for a little longer.
"It's not mine," Everett Cao said, "You're crying again."
Blaine Xia sneered: "Crying Mao, those are physiological tears. How about it? Do you feel that Xiongfeng is back?"
Everett Cao was stunned for a while. He was still in the lingering mood and his reaction was a little slow.
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