Robben poured the flower oil on his hand, and carefully placed his hand on the skin that was whiter and more tender than the whites of boiled eggs and warmer than the jade that had been worn for many years.

He closed his fingers together, so that the curvature of his fingers matched the curvature of Emma's waist perfectly, and then pushed down hard in the direction of the tendons. Emma couldn't help but let out a groan, it was so comfortable that it was like she was going to gather all the tiredness in her body and push it out of her body

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