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Returning to his room, Lee Fenghan carefully rubbed away the ointment on Ning Yao's wounds.

Ning Yao's body naturally hugged Lee Fenghan, and then her exquisite and graceful figure directly rubbed against his: "Cold …" "We haven't seen each other in a long time …"

"You're injured, but you're still so dishonest?" Lee Fenghan slightly frowned but immediately relaxed