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His voice was like a feather, brushing gently across her heart, making her tremble all over, unable to describe the ticklish numbness.
Lin Xinlan felt her ears burn red, her legs weaken, barely able to stand still.
"Don't, go away!" she mumbled, struggling, and forcefully shoved his head with her elbow.
Rong Shaoze's hand suddenly pressed on her waist, ambiguously kneading, slowly moving down to just above her tailbone.
Lin Xinlan felt every hair on her body stand on end, all her attention and sensitivity focused on where his hands touched.
Breathing became difficult, she covered her mouth with her hand, and the breath that she exhaled felt scorching hot in her palm.
The hot air made it even harder for her to breathe, she tried to breathe through her nose, but it didn't seem like enough air was coming in.
The man's hand became more brazen, Lin Xinlan went limp, leaning into his embrace, completely drained of strength.
