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qWith his eyes closed, Danrique turned around slowly and leaned his chest against the edge of the hot spring, revealing his broad shoulders and back along with his waist and half of his rear.

Francesca stilled at the sight.

The man's tanned body was the epitome of masculinity and seduction, especially in this misty atmosphere with dim lighting.

Francesca couldn't help but blush as her heart pounded wildly against her chest.

She quickly composed herself and focused on the acupuncture treatment.

However, she couldn't proceed with Danrique's lower half completely submerged. “Could you climb up a little? I can't reach your waist.”

Danrique didn't respond at all. It turned out he had dozed off.

Hence, Francesca could only lower her own body. With one hand on the ground, she reached forward to position a needle on Danrique's waist.

Suddenly, her hand slipped, and she fell right into the hot spring.

Splash! The loud noise instantly jolted Danrique awake.

He opened his eyes and frowned in displeasure before turning his head.

There, he saw the reckless woman splashing about in the water, her hands flailing as though she was desperately searching for a lifeline.

“H-Help!” she blurted amidst muffled screams.

Danrique turned around and leaned back into the edge while gazing at her, his eyes full of contempt.

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couldn't stand the sight any

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