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... ient. Why can’t you treat me gently?”

“Gently? Like this?” He gave her a forehead flick and her eyes sprung open instinctively.

The man rose to his full height and put on his clothes properly.

His clean and crisp movements let her fancies run a little…

He actually…

He actually changed in front of her!

“Don’t you have any shame?” she blurted.

Then, he displayed an ultimate degree of shamelessness. “I don’t know. Why don’t you teach me?”

“It’ ...

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