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Having said that, he lay down again, spreading his legs and staring at Chen Fang with expectation.
The male model was about to take the stage again.
Chen Fang smiled knowingly and pressed his body on top...
When he came out of the private room.
Chen Fang's legs were a bit wobbly.
Two rounds of battle, half an hour apart, and each time he had fought with all his might.
Such high-intensity exercise would give even the gods a headache.
As soon as he stepped out.
He saw Lulu's sheepish grin waiting at the door.
"What's the matter? Can't hold up anymore?"
Chen Fang took a deep breath, patted his chest, and said, "You're joking. What can't I hold up against? I'm 'iron man' in battle, invincible in every encounter."
"So, is it my turn next?"
Lulu asked, hooking Chen Fang's arm.
Chen Fang was just about to grit his teeth and agree.
Just then, Fang Mei hurried over and said, "Ah Fang, there's news from Zhu Biao's side. Chen Jiagen has shown up."
