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Chapter 9 The Sick Master Captured the Lamb

Word Count: 702    |    Released on: 16/02/2023

rance, and his sexy thin lips drew a sneer: "What? Are you a beg

irritable to finish the sentence. What should she scold him for? Temperamen

face flushing with anger and her eyes seeming to

e who caught a cold c

t's also my honor to tease the President t

ing, and his face remained grim as he looked

long-lived and would live at least for a

of water." He sai

nd fighting words. It would be bet

d her foot to walk over, but unexpectedly tri

shock, and the next second she fell straight onto so

l feeling fell

ded the size of a bronze bell. Did she

around her waist, Martha Evans

as pressed under her body gave a wicked sm

s arms and erected three fingers, feeling that it would not

some regret, "It is said that some people always take making an oath

suddenly found a serious question: why did the two

me first." She moved with he

nd held her tighter: "I'm tire

e lie down on his broad chest, and na

tha Evans should be thinking about how to

uncomfortable for you to sleep like this. How about I getting t

he a

sh him away, but h

heart, well, she decided

id that the President had a great deal of eccentrici

ponse from the p

, I'm going t

no res

to make a

came t

ent frowned, this guy finally stoppe

ity, Martha Evans used every bit

ers are here and the food is here, my

suppressed and vaguely a

Finally drifted int

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