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Limerence: My Queen
Kari fiddled with her hair until he was addicted, he was fascinated to watch the soft white hairs threading through his fingers, cherishing them like the most precious treasure in the world. It wasn't long before she heard him say: "Propriétaire Coeur." His voice is like the sound of an orchestra, sometimes low and sometimes high, hoarse but warm. Again without warning rang in her ears: "Your name will be Propriétaire Coeur in the future." At this time, the little girl sitting in his lap raised her head, facing him with a pretty goose egg face, her deer eyes were big and clear, like the night sky of France, dear to thousands of people starlight bright broken tiny, sucking his mind. Those eyes seemed to want to swallow his whole soul, even his beating heart in his chest. "Coeur?" For the first time he heard her voice. Gentle, sweet and mellow like the sound of a waterfall flowing gently from above to low, making him feel like he was drowning, sinking into the fresh and wide stream of water. Kari's long, bony fingers gently stroked the tips of Couer's sideburns. He rolled his eyes and smiled, repeating what he had just said: "Yes, your name is Couer." What he gave her was not only a name, but the power of the Propriétaires. Propriétaire Coeur. The crown prince of the House of Propriétaire is a man without a heart. If there is, then its owner can only be her.
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Fluoxetine
Kham Du liked two things the most about Sa Dan: the first was her sweet moan when lying under him, and the second was when she coaxed him to call him twice "Uncle." What if these two things combined at the same time? Kham Du had never thought of it, but he couldn't help but long for it once he imagined it. There was a time when the two of they sex; Sa Dan's body was hot under Kham Du's caress; she subconsciously leaned forward from deep inside she longed to be filled by him. Still, the bastard Kham Ngu refused. Cooperative, leisurely outside teasing her. Sa Dan gritted his teeth and scolded angrily: "Dammit, did you come in or not?" That's ferocious! Kham Du smiled low, lowered his head to her ear, raised his throat hoarsely and coaxed: "Be good, call me uncle! This network will be handed over to you."