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Lu Qing couldn't help but let out a soft groan. She felt too ashamed and wanted to shut her mouth, but the sound coming from her throat and nose couldn't help but spread outwards.

"Yu Mingchuan …"

Lu Qing called out softly like a cat.

The hand that was holding the bedsheet, after a series of tremors, his ten fingers were tightly entwined into Yu Mingchuan's waterfall of black hair