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The two of them entered the room.
Mai Xiaomai saw moonlight streaming through the wooden lattice windows, landing on the table, and playfully placed the butterfly hairpin on it.
The blue crystal, under the illumination of the moonlight, began to emit a dreamy blue glow.
The entire room seemed enveloped in a dreamy ambiance, looking so beautiful.
Qiao Chutian, watching Mai Xiaomai shrouded in the blue glow, stepped forward, put his arm around her waist, and smiled ambiguously, "Wife, such a beautiful night, shall we do something romantic?"
Feeling the heat of his body.
Mai Xiaomai blushed and rolled her eyes, "You think with your lower body, don't you? Your idea of romance is just intense love."
"Exactly!"
Qiao Chutian finished speaking, lowered his head, and pressed her directly onto the table...
