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Broad shoulders, thin waist.

Muscles tight.

Abdominal muscle was obvious.

Hormones filled the air.

Lin Ange was a bit embarrassed. Her face and ears were flushed, and her white swan neck was dyed with a layer of rouge.

Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows and looked down.

Seeing the white gauze tied around Lu Yiyao's waist, he asked worriedly.

"You … Is it really okay? "

"I'm fine