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Chapter 190: 190 You have no conscience, woman!

With a strong hand, a certain woman screamed.

"Do you believe that I can cure you?"

"Believe, believe!" The sweat on her forehead became thicker and thicker, and her face became paler, but she no longer dared to offend this god of plague.

However, slowly, the woman's screams became fainter and fainter, gradually turned into gentle moans, and then gradually turned into silence.

Next to the curtain, the big soft bed.[

A woman was lying comfortably on the bed.

A man sat beside the bed, bent over, and gently massaged the woman's waist with his fingers.

From time to time, he curled his lips and looked at the woman's expression of enjoyment, with a trace of injustice flashing in her eyes.

Throughout his life, he had only played with women, and her body was just an object for him to vent.

He has never served a woman before, let alone one who requested her service on his own initiative.

However, despite all the unevenness, his fingers were very gentle and delicately touched every acupuncture point on her waist, without even daring to use any heavier force.

Being a germaphobe, he couldn't help but take out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat on her forehead and the tears in the corners of her eyes.

Finally, a slight snore sounded.

The man's eyes were stunned for a moment, and his handsome eyes narrowed, finally revealing a dangerous light.

Emotionally, was he so comfortable that he made this woman fall asleep?

Hum, my fingers suddenly tightened.

"Ouch!" After entering the dreamland, the woman who was still in the dream was hit hard and sat up straight like a carp.

I saw a certain man with a cold expression on his face, and dark clouds passed over his face.

"My lord, why are you here?" She looked at him in surprise.

Then, he patted his head and said, "Oh, I remembered it, but why haven't you left yet?"

"I'm leaving, can you sleep so comfortably?" Someone said viciously, rubbing his sore fingers.

He had never served a woman like this, let alone massaged her non-stop for nearly two hours.

Is this woman's brain made of paste? She has worked hard for so long, and the first thing she said when she opened her eyes was to ask herself why she hadn't left yet!

Isn’t this too heartless? Humph![


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