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her red lips parting slightly before she could even utter a response. He had already leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against hers. He held her captive in that kiss, motionless. Her trembling...he little boy's fair, fleshy hand. Her heart ached, and she felt a sudden urge to cry.This child, how can they be so well-behaved, how can they be so like Xiao Lang! When Xiao Lang was little, he was...