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In the neatly tidied room,
Wang Yuyan’s eyes darted around as she observed Jiang Dali’s tightly intertwined muscles, feeling as if the air she breathed was filled with a strange, intense aroma that made her knees weak.
Her ears, neck, and face began to visibly redden rapidly; she almost bit her lip to force herself to step forward.
Following Jiang Dali’s instructions on the cultivation route, she dipped her brush in ink and drew lines on his imposing body.
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