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Ye Yan Chen's body was tense like a hard stone, not daring to move. Every nerve in his body was like a taut string, and he didn't dare to relax the slightest bit, afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Her hand was like a flame, burning his chest.

Ye Wu Chen did his best to suppress the feeling in his body. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva