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... he pulsing was so slight that it almost couldn’t be felt, but still, Lu Beichuan was able to capture that sensation. He was even able to feel Ye Zhen gulping from nervousness.
Lu Beichuan lowered his eyelids to hide the smile in his eyes.
How could Ye Zhen not be nervous? The warmed medicinal oil and his palm were pressed against her neck. The skin that was touching his felt hot like something being roasted, especially since Lu Beichuan’s slightly rough palm had thin calluses that ru ...
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