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The emperor gently caressed Leng Qingyan's shoulder as his fingertips caressed those densely packed pinholes. His gentle eyes gradually turned icy cold. He frowned and asked, "My beloved concubine, does it hurt?"

Leng Qingyan felt the warmth from his fingertips and felt her back tighten. She pursed her lips and said, "Chenqie doesn't hurt!"

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault