Chapter 170
Author: Cy Pen
last update2026-01-11 21:36:26

At that moment, upon witnessing what had just happened with his brother suddenly becoming completely still after those brief jerking movements, and knowing fully well that this was exactly the outcome he had been secretly hoping and praying for, the young master's uncle could barely contain his satisfaction.

The uncle literally smiled with barely concealed delight as he observed that his brother had literally just gone completely cold and motionless on the bed, returning to what appeared to be
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