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"Of course I won't be angry," Fu Han's hand unconsciously slid across He Xing's abdomen, over and over. She had only discovered today that He Xing actually had a six-pack, all neatly arranged across his waist, feeling quite nice to the touch.
With her movements, He Xing's gaze became deep. The hand that was touching Fu Han's cheek increased its movements, and his breathing grew urgent.
When He Xing's hand started to slide down to her waist, Fu Han finally realized something was amiss. A playful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and with an agile twist, she had retreated back into the room, using the door to block He Xing: "You better go back now; you're starting to think all sorts of messy thoughts again."
He Xing's foot was keeping the door from closing. He touched his chin, smiling but not quite, as he looked at Fu Han: "If you didn't think of anything, how would you know what I'm thinking about in my heart?"
