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ith bewilderment. Her gaze shifted from her face to the small hand tightly gripping the edge of the sofa cushion—Rong Ling narrowed his eyes, slowly sat upright, tapped his thigh with his index finger...ips slammed forward with force, the weight of her body completely pinning him underneath.She hummed softly, unable to bear it any longer. She twisted slightly beneath him, panting as she whispered, “I...