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台灣人🇹🇼🇹🇼🇹🇼🇹🇼 :
2026-05-28 23:55:19
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jmarco9 :
I love 💖😘💖 China....
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sherryalexander653 :
2026-06-07 02:53:21
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Ttuansang :
Tui bị ghiền cái kiểu nhảy này thiệt sự 🥰
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2026-06-12 01:45:42
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dianarichardson62 :
I love the beat and song
2026-05-29 22:31:18
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jenakajernih :
this gonna be in next cosplay event
2026-05-29 02:59:50
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2026-06-03 11:34:52
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Lucky Rose 👙👑 :
Zombie ( funny & Horror )
2026-05-30 02:14:32
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Andre’s Imagination :
2026-05-29 17:15:14
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kris.in.escondido :
I want a dancer
2026-05-28 14:44:38
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SirRixAlot :
I love when she does that lean back wind up move 💯
2026-05-28 17:57:22
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Salwa Monicha Taurus April ♉ :
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Frèy :
2026-05-28 14:19:02
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Nutthanan ナッタナソ :
So Cute
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![POV: The wedding had ended an hour ago. An arranged marriage. The guests were still celebrating something that had never been about love. “Don’t waste time,” his mother said. “We expect an heir quickly.” “I…” Your voice came out small. “I don’t want to rush anything.” Her expression sharpened. “This marriage was arranged for a reason.” Her words hit like a slap. Then- “Watch your tone when you speak to my wife.” Every head turned. Your husband stood a few steps away. He walked to your side and placed a hand at your back. “What happens in our marriage,” he said evenly, “will be decided by us.” Then he looked down at you. “Come with me.” — The elevator ride to the penthouse suite was quiet. Neither of you spoke. His hand stayed lightly at your back the whole way. When the doors opened, he guided you inside. The suite was elegant. And waiting there- one bed. The door closed. For the first time all day, there was silence. No relatives. No expectations. Just you… and the stranger you had married. He loosened his tie. “We don’t have to do anything tonight.” You blinked. “What? But your family-“ “My family wants many things.” His voice stayed calm. “That doesn’t make them entitled to you.” “I thought…” “That I would agree with them?” You said nothing. “I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.” — Later, he went to shower, leaving you alone in the room. You stood before the mirror, struggling with your dress. Then you saw him in the reflection. Hair damp. Shirtless. Black joggers low on his hips. Tall. Broad shoulders. “You can’t reach the zipper?” he asked. Your face heated. “I can manage.” You struggled again. A quiet breath behind you. “May I?” You met his eyes in the mirror. Then nodded. He stepped closer. Slowly, carefully, he drew the zipper down. His knuckles brushed your spine. He stepped back at once. “Sorry.” “It’s fine,” you said. But you felt something else. — Later, changed into sleep clothes, you sat on the bed while he pulled on a shirt. “I’ll sleep on the chair,” he said. “There’s no need. You’re my husband…” “And still a stranger,” you added softly. He sat on the chair across from you. “Would you like to change that?” Later, you both talked about many things. He learned you hated cooking, so he said he’d do it for you. You learned he never wanted to marry a stranger either. He admitted he almost called the wedding off when he saw how nervous you looked. “You did?” “You were being forced to marry a stranger.” “So were you.” “Yeah, at first, I had doubts,” he smiled. “But then you walked down the aisle… and suddenly all I could think about was how beautiful my wife was.” You forgot how to breathe. He stood and sat beside you in bed. “What are we supposed to do now?” you whispered. “We could start slowly.” “How?” His thumb brushed your cheek. “By asking properly.” He looked at your lips. Then back to your eyes. “May I kiss you?” Your whole body answered before your mind did. You nodded. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours. Earlier in the wedding, he had only kissed your cheek. Now- you kissed him back. Something in him changed. His hand moved to the back of your neck. He deepened it just enough to make you gasp. You felt him smile. When you opened your eyes, he was already staring. “Well?” he asked. “Well what?” “Was that acceptable?” You stared. Then grabbed his shirt and kissed him first. He made a low sound in his throat, and heat rushed through you. Between kisses, you ended up lying together on the bed. “Still a stranger?” he murmured against your lips. You smiled. “No.” His smile returned. Then he kissed you slower, longer. — Three years later. You sat on the kitchen counter, watching your husband make breakfast. “Carry me,” you said, raising your hands. Without warning, he lifted you effortlessly. He settled you against the front of him, your legs around his waist, then turned back to the stove. Still holding you. Still cooking. Your arms looped around his neck. “Better?” he asked. You nodded against his shoulder. Then came running footsteps. A small boy in pajamas launched at him. “Papa!” [to be continued in the comments…]](/video/cover/7632231294436412680.webp)
