Ivan wanted to sigh just looking at him. His other brothers had never been so fragile.
He took out the medicinal wine he went out to find just now, pulled Gui Yin's arm, and applied it everywhere.
The dark-skinned rough palm pressed Yu Yin's arm, casually suppressing his struggling strength.
After massaging it vigorously, he lifted Yu Yin's leg and put it on his thigh, and applied medicated oil to his knee.
The leg that was soaked in the water as if it were cold jade was pressed against the other leg that was so hot.
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