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I was gripped by his rough fingers, uncomfortable, even repelled.

I tried to struggle, but I couldn't.

I pinched the space between my eyebrows and replied in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Yes."

My voice is rustling, and there seems to be a hint of displeasure in it.

"Your hand is really... "Slippery, so tender …"

Zhang Zhiqiang, on the other hand, ignored my struggles and distortions. Instead