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"Ah — Ouyang Mingchen, where are you putting your hands?" Shocked, Tian Feifei's body trembled and her voice quivered.

"Oh, my wife, if I didn't touch you, how would I help you bathe?"

Feifei, don't blame me. If you want to blame something, blame it on yourself. How could he bear to refuse such a beautiful matter?

"Mm …" Liu, Ouyang Mingchen... You... No, don't..