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issed through gritted teeth, pushing against him with all her might. But he was like a lovesick devil, yanking at her sweater and moving his scorching lips from her exposed collarbone down.He vaguely...lready believed what Mu Xinfeng had said!He's just rambling about the child for no reason. What good does it do him! Whose child is it Wouldn't that be easy to find out! Finding out isn't that simple...