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Huang Hai glanced at the wardrobe and pushed Jizo.

Ksitigarbha didn't withdraw his chest: "Then it's settled?"

"Order what?" Huang Hai struggled awkwardly, his big breasts remained motionless.

"We're hooked up now."

"What... what are you doing!" Huang Hai choked on his words, "What are you talking about in Chinese!"

"Kiss one," Jizo said, his blue eyes bent down to him, and he slapped the door of the cupboard with his finger-protected hand, startling Lu Lu inside.

This man is so hormonal, it's no wonder that Huang Hai is delusional, he can't stand it personally.

It should be kissing outside, slightly, with Huang Hai's nasal voice, humming and muttering vaguely: "Brother... no, don't... don't lick me, I... what about me... I want to go home..."