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ink tongue and began to tease it relentlessly.His hands were no longer dry, burning hot as if they were on fire. They were frantically rubbing against her back, one hand gripping her slender neck lik...ody. Rong Ling hadn't made a move yet, his face flushed red, his breathing rapid and obvious, but he didn't touch her at all. If she hadn't known for sure that he had drunk that cursed wine, if she h...