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Chapter two hundred and seventy-seven: a night of Qing poetry(2/2)

Escape safely?

Genji chuckled with no disdain and asked, "Do you think this matter is so simple?"

In his opinion, everything that is too simple must have a secret. If it were him, how could he let it go completely just to do something for himself?

After hearing this, he looked at her with doubts and asked, "What did you think of again?"

"It's nothing, just talking casually."

Just talking?

He has always been like this, never telling everything on his mind. Presumably, he must have a strategy in mind.

Seeing her doubtful eyes, a hint of cunning flashed through her eyes, and she lifted up the quilt and buried the two of them under it.

"Haochen, don't touch me——"

Under the squirming quilt, the two of them were full of laughter.

He kept teasing her body, leaving her with no strength to struggle.
Chapter completed!
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