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... ion Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Qi Chengzhi was still holding Song Yu’s hands, even once they were in the car. He placed her hand on his thigh. Beneath the fabric of his long pants were his supple muscles.
Her palm was warm from the forceful, surging heat of his thigh, and his broad palm.
From time to time, he would rub the center of her palm. Song Yu felt ticklish, but she neither dared let out a sound nor move a single muscle. She he ...
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