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... half-knelt on the kang bed, her delicate little hands pinched and kneaded, strands of spiritual power flowed through her fingertips into Li Xiu’e’s shoulders, nourishing her overworked muscles.
Li Xiu’e closed her eyes comfortably, enjoying her daughter’s highest level of intimate service.
“Mom, does it still hurt?”
Su Qingluo finished massaging her shoulders and pinched down from her shoulders, all the way to her wrists.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore, Sister Yu is so ...
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