Xia Wenbin lowered his head to look at Qin Yiyi lying on the bed. Because her body was immobilized, only her eyes could dart around frantically.
Her skin had begun to turn a flushed crimson, her eyelashes spread out like lotus leaves, and her forehead was covered with glistening, fragrant beads of sweat.
Her tender lips flickered with a soul-stirring, translucent luster, and between their parting and closing, they exhaled a faint, aromatic mist.
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