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Yuan Bing's mind went blank.

Ze Jian had just finished his shower. His hair still had water droplets on it, and his entire body was exuding the scent of a man's masculine body mixed with shower gel.

His arms were strong, and his chest was thick. When he hugged her, she actually felt comfortable, as if she had found a small nest.

Yuan Bing's ears started to burn, "Then..