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... ely not over.
If anything, she felt it was barely getting started.
With a delicate sigh, she arranged her expression into the perfect mix of pitiful beauty and subtle villainess charm. Then she turned those eyes...those big, innocent, lying eyes toward Han Jue, whose face was still red enough to roast meat on.
"Han Jue..." she murmured shyly, voice soft as a feather. "My whole body hurts... how am I supposed to apply the paste like this?"
To add some artistic cred ...
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