Amid his thoughts, the image of Zhang Yuyu involuntarily surfaced in Chen Muye's mind.
She was wearing a lace nightgown, her body curves graceful and captivating, her tender, fair skin faintly visible beneath the fabric.
In a trance, it felt as though Zhang Yuyu was standing right by the bed, curling her finger at him and gesturing for him to come over.
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