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and down like a piano player feeling out the keys. Lin Meng always felt that he looked like he was scheming when he did this. When his fingers stopped moving, he suddenly turned his head to look at h...ecalling her fair body, her soft figure, her dazed expression, her sweet moans. His body immediately heated up, as if he hadn't touched a woman for half a year. The moment he touched her, he was like...