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Chapter eight hundred and fourteen is absolutely dead(2/2)

This kiss.

It lasted for a long time.

It was almost breathless.

Zhang Xiaobei reluctantly let go of Zhao Ying.

"You won't be gentle, my mouth is about to be swollen by your kiss!"

Zhao Ying's little face blushed and gave Zhang Xiaobei a look, rubbed his red lips that were kissed by Zhang Xiaobei, and said coquettishly.

"Won't!"

Zhang Xiaobei shook his head and asked, "Are you breathless?"

"I'm panting, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Ying said in confusion.

"What do you think?"

Zhang Xiaobei curled a smirk at the corner of his mouth, and then he kissed Zhao Ying very domineeringly again.

And this time.

Zhao Ying was obviously moved, and blocked Zhang Xiaobei's neck with both hands and responded to Zhang Xiaobei.

The kiss between the two lasted for a long time...
Chapter completed!
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