Begging for monthly tickets, I might be shouting for a whole month, my dears, please forgive me. If you have monthly tickets, cast them my way, love you all!
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After Luo Zhiyong spoke, he gazed at her with burning eyes.
The implication of his words just now was to remind Fang Pingying that she had used this excuse to avoid him several times before.
Fang Pingying was nestled in his embrace, seemingly without any reason left to refuse.
But she still had a bit of reason left, and it was clear that the timing was not appropriate.
Because it was almost time for dinner, and the whole family was around. It wouldn't be long before someone would come to call her to the kitchen to cook.
Just as she raised her head, about to speak,
Luo Zhiyong came down on her almost without hesitation.
