President’s Private Spoil Rule

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“Hey, hey, you come to your senses and look so good. What woman doesn’t…” she put her hands against his constantly oppressed body and tried to “convince people with reason”. The man grabbed her slender waist and said ruthlessly, “there is only one person who can come to this floor today… My antidote.” A deliberate plot made her his “antidote”. In order to protect her important home, she was wronged and perfected. On call, regardless of occasion and time. The good “antidote” is his personal plaything after all. Obviously, her dignity was so ridiculous in his eyes, but it gradually bred inseparable emotion in the maintenance of “she is mine” again and again….  Show more