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"Fan Ge, how are you feeling?"
Zhang Xiaoyuan and Ye Xuan approached Zhang Fan simultaneously, squatting down beside him, and reached out their delicate arms to gently massage him.
"My hand, it's cramping." Zhang Fan extended his hand, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
"Don't move, I'll massage it for you."
Ye Xuan and Zhang Xiaoyuan quickly held Zhang Fan's hand and started lightly massaging it.
Witnessing this scene, seven or eight girls hurried over, squatted down, and began massaging Zhang Fan's shoulders and legs. In an instant, even Zhang Dongyang was squeezed out of the crowd.
Zhang Dongyang felt extremely awkward. He turned his head to look at the stunned Ye Jingtian and Qin Shuang and couldn't help clearing his throat softly.
It was at this moment that Zhang Xiaoyuan and Ye Xuan realized the situation. The two immediately stood up, spread their arms wide, and roared, "What are you doing?"
