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Feng Qingchen turned her head, her hand resting directly on Qingwu's abdomen, feeling the strong pulse beneath his taut muscles. She paused for a moment, her face suddenly flushing. Usually, she could tease Qingwu with ease, while he often thought she was just being straightforward. But now, Feng Qingchen found herself embarrassed. When Qingwu was clothed