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... muttered dissatisfiedly in a low voice.
The man was carefully drying her body with a towel, and Qiao Ruoxin was shocked again.
"No need, I can do it myself, I’m not comfortable with..."
She was still instinctively guarding her upper body with her arms, trying to take the towel from him to dry herself.
But she was met with Mo Chen’s merciless sarcasm, "Not comfortable now? That night when you were drunk, I bathed you, and you seemed to enjoy it then, didn’t you?" ...
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