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"Mr. Chen, your hand, it's warm," Lu Qinghuan said bashfully.
Chen Fan coughed twice, hurriedly withdrawing his hand, "I...I'm sorry."
Lu Qinghuan turned to face him, her beautiful eyes fixed on Chen Fan, "Mr. Chen, how about tonight we... then we wouldn't have to wait for a month later."
She had purposely worn a button-up nightgown, and as she turned to one side, a glimpse of springtime burst forth from the gaps.
Although Chen Fan had made it clear that Su Qingyan was the only one in his heart, Lu Qinghuan was quite fond of Chen Fan and did not want to miss out on this man, even if Chen Fan had other ways to help her resolve the internal cold.
Therefore, she hoped even more that Chen Fan would use a straightforward and crude method to help her resolve the internal cold.
Chen Fan promptly got up, turned his head away, and avoided looking at Lu Qinghuan.
"Miss Lu, if you continue like this, I'll leave," he said.