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consciously rejecting everything that came near her lips. Even the expensive Moutai wine just touched her lips before sliding down the corner of her mouth. He frowned again, picked up the bottle, and...ery step, her legs felt wet between them, leaving no room for her to stay oblivious."What are you doing!" she softly exclaimed, her voice tinged with annoyance. Anyone would be in a bad mood if they...