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"Hmm."
Jiang Mo nodded. If it weren't for her pretty face already flushing, Zhou Wang would have thought she was just humoring him.
But clearly, this wasn't enough.
"Hmm?"
Then Zhou Wang raised an eyebrow, "Is this how I usually teach you?"
"I... I thought of you."
Jiang Mo weakly said, glanced around, moved closer to the phone, and stammered, "I miss my husband... During the day, at night... I want my husband..."
At this point, Jiang Mo's cheeks were as red as ripe tomatoes in the field, and her breathing grew heavier until she couldn't speak any longer.
Zhou Wang just quietly admired her expression at that moment.
The faint struggle in her cold features, the blush spreading through her eyebrows, the mix of pain and desire in the depths of her eyes, and the low, hoarse breath drifting from her throat...
It was like a world-famous painting with high artistic value.
Zhou Wang absolutely loved it.
"Where are you now?"