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... fore her hand reached his chest, he had already held her hand back.
“Young Master Han, my hand hurts from the way you are grabbing me!” Fang Zhenyi lamented with a change in expression.
She retracted her hand hurriedly when she saw his annoyed look and continued to massage his shoulders.
However, her eyes continued to be glued onto the cup of red wine in his hand; her eyes revealed an ardent anticipation when she saw him bring the wine glass to his thin lips. freℯ𝓌e𝚋𝐧� ...
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