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ei Mo suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. The moist and hot kiss delicately outlined the shape of her lips, sucking on her lip petals, tender and lingering, as if cherishing a precio...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."If he truly got angry, it would be difficult to handle, so the best approach was to avoid provoking him."Get lost! Even if you wanted to, paparazzi couldn't fabricate that.""Warmth, "...Ye Fei Mo, I'm...