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Liu Zhizhong's embrace was broad and sturdy, full of resilience. Zhang Yue Xing's delicate body shuddered instantly, her whole body trembled, and her heart began to race.

Especially that faint scent of tobacco mixed with the smell of toiletries, combined with the aroma of lamb and alcohol, created a rich fragrance that made Zhang Yue Xing's face flush with heat.

A woman nearing forty, still tender at heart, with girlish whims, was now held in the arms of a twenty-eight-year-old man. How could she possibly feel at ease?

Moreover, as a woman of the Yangzhou Zhang Family, she had always been proud and never really paid much attention to Liu Zhizhong, even looking down on him completely.

But now, here she was in his arms, which felt almost like an insult to her dignity, something she couldn't accept!

For a moment, she felt an unbearable shyness and didn't want to struggle, giving up after a few token efforts.

This embrace, so full of security, made her feel not so afraid anymore.