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... gestures were as gentle as his personality as he styled her hair.
When his fingers brushed her skin, they carried a searing warmth, sending tingling sensations that seemed to explode from her heart.
She trembled slightly, letting out a soft moan.
Wen Nanxi whispered softly in her ear, "Wife, did I hurt you?"
Though his words were simple, they made Su Muyao’s face blush instantly, as if tinted with rouge, her beauty radiant and captivating.
Wen Nanxi’s han ...
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