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The wine was flowing, the lights were flowing, and the goblet he played with his fingertips was as deep as blood, full of evil. The slightly opened neckline revealed a strong chest. The blonde beauty nestled in his arms reached into his clothes teasingly with her slender hands. At this moment, he looked at her, standing peacefully at the door, with no joy or sorrow on her plain face. He said: "You know me, do you want me to help you? Then, take it off!" Qingrong thought that the happiness she wanted was so within reach. When she thought that when God closed her door, the skylight had been opened for her again. It actually stands on the edge of a cliff! Her pride and persistence bruised each other time and time again. Maybe I owe him this life. She will be incurable for the rest of her life...