Chuzheng returned to the villa, Fong Yan was no longer in the living room.
She thought for a moment, then went back to her room to recharge herself first.
Then she started looking for the prop that Ruan Liang mentioned.
The original owner didn't have many things, so what could the prop be?
Could it be some component from the original owner's body?
"...…"
Suddenly, she thought it might actually be possible.
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"You take this…" Fong Yan pushed open the door, just in time to see Chuzheng's bare back.
The skin on her back was fair and delicate, the shoulder blades were beautiful, and the back lines were elegant and smooth. A few strands of golden, seaweed-like hair draped over her back, cascading down to her slender waist.
The image was inexplicably impactful.
"Is it nice to look at?"
Fong Yan snapped back to reality, quickly averted his gaze, and closed the door a bit: "What are you doing?"
