Ethan Fang turned on the light and checked Lu Jian's face. His brow bones were sharp and his features were deep. He was still as handsome as ever.
I lifted his shirt again and discovered that he had abdominal muscles, and other than that his skin was even whiter and tenderer than his.
Little liar.
Ethan Fang hugged his arm and sneered. He didn't even have a wound, so how could he say it hurt? "I can't tell where it hurts. Point it out to me."
Lu Jian said nothing and answered with actions.
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