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Lying on the bed covered with white sheets, Nan Zhubin felt he had lost control over most of his upper body.
A pair of rough, powerful hands were pressing against Nan Zhubin’s back, kneading his flesh like dough.
Strangely enough, the muscles that Nan Zhubin felt he had lost sensation in and couldn’t control still had good tactile and pain sensitivity.
So —
With the kneading of those large hands.
“Hiss —” Nan Zhubin couldn’t help but take a sharp br ...
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