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... ls trembled. His neatly shaped fingers brushed softly past Haewon's eyebrows, eyelids, cheeks, and jaw.
"There’s no fever."
"I have a fever. Check again."
Haewon pushed the man’s hand inside his slightly opened shirt. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly, looking troubled. Reaching the limit of his patience, the man wrapped Haewon in his arms and pressed his lips to the nape of his neck. His hands urgently loosened Haewon’s waistband, drawing out his half-hardene ...
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