PREVIEW
... t and pressed down.
"Mm..." A soft moan came from the game.
Chen Huaian: "..."
Well, as expected of a small workshop.
He liked small workshops.
The influx of spiritual energy seemed painful, as Li Qingran kept letting out suppressed moans, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down her cheeks and neck, with fine droplets seeping from her skin. Chen Huaian could clearly see that as the progress bar for healing slowly advanced, tiny black substances began ...
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