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Fever is like this, the body burning hot, yet feeling cold.
But once this process is over, the illness generally stabilizes.
Xu Xixi, deep in sleep, felt as if she were holding a heat-emitting stone.
She kept pressing her body upward, which made it tough on Wang Dahai.
Her body was scorching like a furnace, constantly rubbing against him.
The two mounds at her chest were almost bursting, and her little face kept rubbing against his chin, her lips unintentionally making contact with his, and several times he couldn't help but stick out his tongue.
The situation down below was even worse.
Her legs, like octopus tentacles, wrapped around his waist with unerring accuracy, with her delicate gate precisely landing on Wang Dahai's member.
Even if he could withstand much, his body's reaction was beyond his control.
Every now and then she moved, and the delicate valley would occasionally graze the treasure.