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"This is nice, the sour and sweet taste is like a first love. Come here, my darling, give your master a shoulder massage, and rub my legs." Yves King put on a show of being a lofty landowner, his eyes squinted with joy as he reveled in the treatment. At the same time, he slightly rolled his body to avoid putting pressure on his wound.
"You're getting too carried away, thinking you're some king of the mountain." Dahlia Sanders pouted and muttered irritably, "You dare to eat wild fruit, all kinds of seafood, aren't you afraid of getting a stomach ache?" Despite her complaints, she moved away and settled down to massage him.
