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Ling turned half his body, looked at Luo Fatty, and kept his eyes on him for about three seconds before reaching out to shake his hand. It seemed as if he was deigning to lower himself to Luo Fatty's... fell onto him. Her two mounds pressed firmly against his chest, causing him to let out a heavy groan, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.She thought she had hit him, holding back the heat and emp...