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It isn’t until Han Lu’s voice becomes hoarse and that she somewhat can’t stand it anymore that Li Yong has to stop what he is doing.

Looking at Han Lu’s sweaty hair and beads of crystally clear sweat on her forehead reflecting the faint light like pearls, Li Yong feels that now Han Lu is particularly beautiful and that she is as stunning as a fairy from ...