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Meng's clothes were ruined in last night's downpour, not even a single piece of undergarment remained.As expected of a man, there was indeed nothing beneath those thin pants. His big hand instantly l...ything was good now, wasn't it!"Rong Ling, come here!"She beckoned, and when Rong Ling approached, she patted the space beside her. As he sat down, her hands, like lotus roots, wrapped tightly around...