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As Bella Woods took off the new Chinese-style dress, the marks on her body were exposed, unbearable to look at.
She fixed her gaze on the man on the sofa.
The man was dressed in a white silk shirt, slightly open at the collar, and black suit pants that wrapped around his long and powerful legs, crossed casually.
He casually bit on a cigarette, the smoke slowly rising, obscuring his deep eyes.
"Looking at your masterpiece, any thoughts?" Bella tilted her head and asked.
The man chuckled, took the cigarette out, and extinguished it in the ashtray beside him.
He said to the female doctor standing nearby, "Her foot was raised too high yesterday, treat it."
Mentioning this, Bella felt a bit angry.
Every position was tried, and crying during it was useless.
Because the coaxing was in vain, he continued even more aggressively afterward.
