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Moutai wine just touched her lips before sliding down the corner of her mouth. He frowned again, picked up the bottle, and poured a mouthful into his own mouth. He leaned down, pressed his lips to her...revenge for his father. Even when he held a gun to her, she felt it was acceptable, letting it go as if nothing happened. After all, the man was dead. But now - this is unbearable!It's infuriating, he...