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Zheng Yanhong could also tell that he had been holding it in for the past few days, and it was rare for him to be so gentle and let it go.

After laying on the bed, Zheng Yanhong was afraid that the wound in Zhao Shensan's arms would feel uncomfortable if she fell asleep. Just like how a mother would hug a child to hold his head in her embrace, allowing him to sleep on her head