PREVIEW
... e people relax physically and mentally.
Feng Yu Die slowly opened her eyes, and what came into her view was the wooden ceiling.
Her head was buzzing and intermittent memories began to replay from the depths of her consciousness.
The taste of roasted chicken skin, salty, and a little slippery...
She really liked that taste, and after tasting Master Ye's lips, she also felt an unprecedented sense of security.
At t ...
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