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Wei Muwan's hair was like a waterfall, her graceful body was like a rose blooming in the darkness, becoming one with the mysteriousness of the night. Especially her short skirt that swayed in the night breeze, revealing the corners of her pink colored underwear.

If Wei Muwan was said to be a flower, then the three young idiots who had sloppy-looking sons beside him had become cow dung