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Ming Shu's entire body was set ablaze from the kiss.

At the last moment, Zhan Mochen let go of her and took a step forward. He leaned on the hot spring pool, letting the slightly cold white jade wall take back the excessive temperature of his body.

"Shu," he said, his voice a little hoarse as he half leaned against the edge of the pool, "can you massage?"

"Oh, oh, oh