"Wen Mo, Wen Mo, why did I give you this name in the first place? I feel like you are talking less and less now?" One day, the bored young master Wen Qingling began to complain about his gentle bodyguard again.
"Because, some things don't need to be said, just do them." Wen Mo put his big hand on Wen Qingling's fair and smooth cheek, lowered his head, kissed the rhombus lips, and then, then, you know.
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