C977 Chapter 977

As for his hands that had been holding the scalpel all year round, they gently brushed past her long hair time after time … Yun Jing could not even tell if his actions were filled with love or kinship … His slender fingers slid across her cheek, past her tender white shoulders, and finally lightly landed on her beautiful butterfly bone … He stroked it again and again, gently, greedily.

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