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"The person who wants me to design a dress with this theme is reminiscing about the old times!"
"What about you?" he asked, gazing at her beautiful face with tender affection.
Qin Mu, seeing the look in his eyes, reflexively rose from his embrace and straddled his knees.
Her hands rested on his shoulders, pressing herself against his sturdy chest, and she held his face, looking at him seductively, "Compared to the old times, I yearn for a beautiful future even more."
His hands gently caressed her slender waist as he looked up at her with eyes brimming with burgeoning desire, "Is that so?"
"I should go see if Huanhuan has woken up," she suddenly realized this wasn't appropriate and, with a quick turn of her eyes, tried to escape from his lap.
"You should coax me first."
Her slender body was held tight, unable to move, as if the sound of his voice, as melodious as a cello, made her heart flutter.
"Why?"
"Because I need you more than she does right now."