Left side.
Right side.
The young girl's fingers are soft and slender, carrying a hint of coolness.
"Xiaobai? Does this hurt? Xiaobai? Xiaobai?"
Under her soft questioning, Xiao Yebai pursed his lips and uttered two words, "Not painful."
He reached out to pull down his shirt, but Mo Weiyi brushed his hand away, "Then how about this, does it feel better? Xiaobai..."
Xiao Yebai: "..."
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Living room, Aunt Jiang finally found the medicinal oil.
As she was approaching, she heard a flirtatious conversation from the half-closed room:
"Xiaobai, your waist..."
"It's fine."
"Are you sure it's not bothering you?"
Auntie Jiang blushed and quickly turned around, swiftly packing up her things and leaving work at a hundred-metre sprint speed.
Almost simultaneously as her departure, the door of the study was slammed shut.
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The next morning.
Mo Weiyi, half asleep, heard the man say, "I'm going to the office."
"Mmm..."
