It's so hot inside!

Chapter 1 Springtime Revealed ——————–

A loud crash came from the bathroom. Weitian, who was browsing the internet on his computer, was startled and rushed to the bathroom.

"Ruru? Ruru?" The bathroom door remained locked, and there was no response from inside. Wenru is Weitian's daughter, who just turned 17 this year. Weitian divorced his wife when Wenru was 14. His ex-wife always complained that he was too engrossed in his work and always stayed in his room when he came home. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and left him and their daughter. Weitian, filled with self-pity, became even more depressed and slovenly, becoming a typical loser.

After losing her mother, Wenru's life became even more melancholic, making her already slender figure even thinner. Not only was she thin, but Wenru's breasts were also underdeveloped compared to girls her age, only about an A cup. Despite this, she had very fair skin and a slender waist like a water snake. Because he was so thin, even when his legs were pressed together, there was still a large gap between his thighs. Combined with his oval face and deep features, he truly had the potential to become a supermodel. Unfortunately, his颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, and lacking motivation) father couldn't properly care for Wenru, who was in the prime of her youth. Coupled with his accumulated indifference, Wenru felt disgusted with her father. She blamed her irresponsible father in her heart, believing him to be the culprit behind the family discord. Even so, Weitian insisted on calling his daughter "Ruru," her childhood nickname, which only increased Wenru's resentment towards her father.

Weitian received no response from his daughter and had been knocking on the door for a long time. Sensing something was wrong, he kicked the door open with considerable force. The scene that greeted him shocked him.

Wenru, wearing pajamas, lay on her side in a pool of blood, like a fetus in the womb. Her pajama bottoms were pulled down to her knees, and a faint trace of blood could be seen trickling from between her thighs. The initial assessment was that it was menstruation, complicated by anemia causing the coma. Weitian quickly checked his daughter's vital signs; her breathing and heartbeat were normal, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking back to his earlier nervousness, Weitian couldn't help but laugh. Then, he caught another glimpse of his daughter's fair waist and hips, and realized something was wrong. His daughter could wake up at any moment; what an embarrassing situation! Just then, Weitian felt a strong swelling in his genitals. He had actually become sexually aroused by his daughter, a fact that surprised even himself.

Since his wife became pregnant with Wenru, Weitian hadn't experienced intimacy. His wife's deliberate neglect not only frustrated him but also made him feel extremely inferior whenever he watched porn and masturbated. To this day, he hadn't seen a naked female body in over ten years. Now, suddenly, his daughter, with her buttocks and legs partially exposed, was before him, and he panicked. He wanted to run away, but he couldn't bear to leave his daughter unattended. His desire to care for his daughter couldn't be extinguished. He felt he had to take care of her, so with a determined effort, Wei Tian slowly reached out and gently removed Wenru's clothes…
Chapter Two: Evenly Distributed Rain ——————–

After an unknown amount of time, Wenru gradually regained consciousness, but the scene that greeted her was the most shocking. Wenru found herself lying naked in the bathtub, her body still slightly damp. Her father was squatting outside the tub, holding a towel, wiping her inner thighs near her private parts. His eyes were fixed on her genitals as if possessed. What terrified her even more was that her father was only wearing white briefs, with faint yellow urine stains visible at the crotch. In panic, she flailed her arms wildly, trying to get up, but found herself powerless, even lifting her legs was difficult.

"Don't move, you just fainted, you might have hit your head." "And you bled a lot. I put you here to wash away the blood and check for wounds." As he spoke, he reached out and wiped her pubic area.

"Ouch!" Wenru cried out, reaching out to stop her father from wiping her genitals. It was too shameful. Shame and anger overwhelmed her reason. She didn't care whether her father meant well or not. She wildly waved her hands and kicked her feet. All she wanted to do was get up and rush out of the bathroom.

Whether intentionally or accidentally, her father's hand gently stroked Wenru's clitoris. Wenru suddenly felt as if her waist was melting and she couldn't muster any strength. Just as she was about to straighten up, she immediately went limp and fell back into the bathtub, letting out a soft "Oh!" Wenru's struggle was easily rendered ineffective. She felt ashamed and angry at her loss of composure, glaring at her father, her humiliation unspeakable. Unexpectedly, her father not only didn't stop, but also casually reached out again to his daughter's private parts, using two fingers to pry open her labia. Wenru could hardly believe her father's actions. Just as she was about to unleash a torrent of curses, a melting, tingling sensation swept through her lower back, and the harsh words she was about to utter vanished. It turned out that her father had parted her labia and was using a wet wipe to clean her vulva with his other hand, lightly touching her clitoris. Again and again, his face showed no restraint as he continued to clean his daughter's genitals.

Helplessly, her body was weak and powerless to resist, wave after wave of tingling sensations washing over her with each touch of his fingers. Simple touching could never produce such an intense effect in such a short time; her father must have been caressing her for quite some time before she regained consciousness. Thinking this, Wenru inwardly groaned.

Suddenly, like waves crashing against rocks, a surge of heat reached right up to Wenru's forehead. "Oh no, it's an orgasm!" Her abdominal muscles tightened with the climax, her legs stiffened and stretched forward, Wenru's body contorted as if trying to form a V-shape but unable to.

Her father said, "This area needs to be extra clean, otherwise bacteria will grow and it'll stink." As he spoke, his hands showed no sign of stopping, wiping again and again. With each wipe, Wenru's body convulsed. Each time, Wenru almost cried out, but she tried her best to remain silent. This was her only silent protest; she absolutely didn't want her father to hear her moans. Unfortunately, her breathing and expression betrayed her. Her lips parted in an "O" shape, her raised brow, and her heavy breathing betrayed her with each wipe from her father.

Finally, she could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down Wenru's face with each spasm. She only wished it would all end quickly. In less than half a minute, Wenru had convulsed at least 20 times.

Just when she thought it was about to end, a strange, warm sensation suddenly came from between her legs. Perhaps it was due to exhaustion, or perhaps it was due to lack of breath, but she was still conscious. However, the stimulation from the orgasm was gradually fading, even though her father was still rubbing her petals. But the warm sensation did not disappear; it spread from her buttocks to her waist. Wenru straightened up and looked down at her genitals, her face turning ashen. It turned out that the warm sensation came from her incontinence of urine.
Chapter 3: A Dilemma ——————–

"Have you had enough?!" Both ashamed and angry, she could no longer care about anything. She grabbed a towel hanging nearby and tried to jump out of the bathtub to cover her genitals. The slippery floor caused her to fall forward. Weitian was embarrassed by the situation but still felt sorry for his daughter. He tried to pick up the fallen Wenru from behind, but this only aroused greater disgust and more struggle.

"Dad just feels sorry for you and wants to take care of you!" Clumsy Weitian, however, didn't know how to let go, holding her even tighter. His strong chest pressed against Wenru's back, the warmth of their bodies passing between their skin.

"Then why aren't you wearing any clothes!"

"I want to help you wash, I'm afraid of getting you wet..."

An awkward silence fell, neither of them speaking. Only the faint smell of urine wafted through the air.

"Let go of me!" Breaking free from her father's arms, Wenru turned and turned on the shower, preparing to wash her body, which had just been stained with urine.

Wenru stepped back into the bathtub, and once the water warmed up, she began to rinse.

"What are you still doing here?"

Weitian was utterly ashamed. Staying was out of the question, but leaving was equally unbearable. He squatted on the ground, speechless for a long time.

Just as Wenru reached for the soap, she caught a glimpse of the pajamas she had worn before fainting. They were now soaking in a basin of soapy water, the water still tinged with a faint reddish hue. Seeing this, Wenru's heart softened. Looking at her father squatting beside her, too ashamed to look at her, she felt a pang of pity.

Even though she had felt deeply humiliated, she couldn't tell if her father had deliberately molested her. Although she was somewhat unwilling, she decided to let it go. She had always thought her father was a loser; today, she would just consider him an idiot. Pouting, she muttered, "Idiot," and picked up the soap to start washing herself.

After a while, she felt she couldn't quite reach her back, and thought she might have gotten a little urine on it. She turned to look at her father, who was still squatting there with his head down. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Wash your back." She then handed him the soap. "Only your back."

Wenru's words were like a salvation from heaven; Weitian could hardly believe his ears. Looking up at his daughter, he saw Wenru glare at him with a slightly disdainful expression, but quickly avert her gaze. So he meekly got up, took the soap, and stepped into the bathtub to wash his daughter's back.

Weitian was both surprised and terrified, at a loss for what to do. Looking at his daughter's body from behind, her graceful figure captivated him. Impatient Wenru urged, "Hurry up!"

Weitian snapped out of his daze and quickly rubbed the soap, lathering it on Wenru's back.

"You should wash too, you stink! You haven't showered in days!"

Weitian paused for a moment, then quickly took off his underwear and began washing himself, habitually lathering his face as well. Just as he closed his eyes and rubbed his face, Wenru turned to rinse the soap off her back. Turning around would have been better; it shattered her innocent childhood. Before her eyes hung a disgusting, wrinkled penis, half-erect, dangling between her father's legs. Wenru had never seen such an ugly penis; besides the prominent veins, it was covered in irregular warts, rugged and uneven. Wenru's feelings were complex—curiosity, nausea, and even a touch of shame. She didn't know if it was large or small, but even in its half-erect state, a full inch of the glans could be seen in her hand.

Weitian, washing his face, habitually moved closer to the showerhead to rinse, but ended up pressing his entire body against his daughter's, his genitals touching Wenru's navel. Wenru frowned and turned her head away, trying to push her father away with both hands, but there was a wall behind her, and her breasts were pressed against her father's chest. Weitian realized something was wrong, but it was too late. The heat from his daughter's body, transmitted through his penis, seemed to have triggered a switch, and his penis suddenly grew to the length of a fist, curving slightly upwards and pressing against his daughter's stomach.

Speechless once again, their eyes met. Weitian's eyes were filled with fear and pleading. Wenru's eyes were deep and intriguing. This time, his daughter's eyes were different. Although there was still disgust and shame, there was also a hint of questioning. Was she questioning her father why he was pressing his penis against her? Or was she questioning why her father's penis was so magnificent and firm? This firmness seemed to be paying homage to his daughter's body.

Noticing her father staring at her blankly, Wenru reflexively lowered her head, unable to look him in the eye. Yet, he couldn't help but see the magnificent penis, especially since it was currently touching his abdomen. Wei Tian felt helpless and desperate; this was probably the end for him. He could perhaps excuse his previous mistakes by saying he was taking care of his daughter, but now, nothing he said mattered. He was going to be hated forever; leaving was the only option.

Just as Wei Tian was about to turn away, something strange happened. Wen Ru, with soap in her hands, reached out and placed them on Wei Tian's chest.

Seeing his daughter silently washing him, Wei Tian didn't dare breathe loudly, obediently letting her wash him. He watched as his daughter washed his chest, gradually moving to his shoulders and armpits, then his waist and abdomen. The further down he washed, the slower and more hesitant her movements became, but it was clear that her gaze never left her father's penis. Time seemed to freeze, every second an agony for Weitian. He feared he might let out a moan of pleasure, alerting his daughter to his wicked intentions. But the ecstasy of his daughter's delicate hands roaming over his body was indescribable.

Just as Weitian was still immersed in the pleasure of her touch, his daughter suddenly stopped. Weitian inwardly groaned, worried that his daughter had discovered his wicked thoughts, yet unwilling to let the wonderful sensation end. Another long silence followed. The soap suds had long since been rinsed off Weitian, and an eerie atmosphere filled the bathroom. Wenru turned off the shower.

Without the sound of water, the bathroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, making the already awkward silence even more unbearable. His daughter glared at him with murderous intent, her brow furrowed.

Weitian thought to himself, "Oh no, I've probably been found out." Just as he was about to explain, a sharp itch suddenly shot through his groin. Looking down, he saw his daughter using her gloved hand to massage his glans. The soap suds made her palms slippery; sometimes she would circle her palms over his glans, sometimes she would grasp his penis shaft and repeatedly rub it from the base to the glans, even scrubbing the groove and urethral vein with her index finger. Wei Tian was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The atmosphere was incredibly eerie. The only sounds in the bathroom, besides his irregular breathing, were the sizzling sounds of soap suds from his daughter's hands massaging his penis. His daughter avoided eye contact, silently continuing her work with her head down. He gazed at her beautiful hair, collarbone, then at her shoulders and slender arms, and finally at her delicate fingers. Her breasts, with their erect pink nipples, appeared even flatter against the backdrop of his penis.

The "squeak, squeak" sound continued for a while, and even Weitian wasn't sure if his daughter was genuinely washing him or deliberately teasing him. The itchy pleasure gradually built into an intense soreness and numbness. After each wave of soreness and numbness, Weitian had to exert great effort to control his muscle contractions to avoid triggering a chain reaction that would lead to ejaculation. But the urge to advance only grew stronger. At this rate, he knew he would eventually lose control. He couldn't help but wonder if his daughter was trying to get revenge on him. Even so, he still sensed that his daughter's attitude had softened. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on his part, but he felt that his daughter's movements had become more delicate and gentle, no longer as tense as before.

Weitian thought of his ex-wife, and the pleasure they had shared during their past intimate moments. He felt his daughter's delicate hands squeezing his penis in waves, as if trying to squeeze out his semen. He believed that his daughter did love him, and he was willing to repay her love at all costs, even at the cost of his own life. Worldly customs, ethics, and morality—none of that mattered anymore. The impact was everything; this fierce tide of love was real. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and let out a low roar, preparing to unleash all his love upon his daughter.

Suddenly, his daughter stopped what she was doing.
Chapter Four: Desperate Measures ——————

Just as Weitian was about to ejaculate, Wenru suddenly stopped. Opening her eyes, she found her daughter staring at her. Clearly, she had seen his shameless, ecstatic expression.

Wenru didn't say anything, but quietly withdrew her hand from her father's penis, turned slowly, and stepped out of the bathtub. Weitian couldn't understand what this meant, why his daughter had suddenly stopped. Was his daughter not trying to please him at all? Did she find his shameless behavior repulsive?

Wenru remained silent, washing her hands—the ones she had just used to massage her father's penis—at the sink. Still unwilling to speak, she dried her hands and headed towards the bathroom door. In the mirror, Weitian saw a hint of smugness in her eyes.

Had everything just been an illusion? All that love and admiration, merely a product of self-delusion? Weitian could no longer bear the humiliation; he was now filled not only with anger but also with hatred.

He stepped out of the bathtub, lunged forward, grabbed Wenru's right hand, and forcefully pulled her around. With his other hand, he gripped her neck, slamming her against the mirror on the sink wall. Wenru struggled to pry her father's hands off but to no avail, forced to sit on the sink. She raised her knee, aiming for her father's groin, but the distance was too short, only lightly brushing against Weitian's penis.

Wenru was forced to sit on the sink, struggling but unable to get up. He tried to push his father away, but his slender arms couldn't budge him an inch. His father's left hand pressed down on Wenru's shoulder, while his right hand lifted her left leg onto his right shoulder. Unable to push her father away, Wenru frantically punched him, accidentally landing a few blows on Weitian's face in her panic. This slight pain only fueled Weitian's brutality; he reached out and hooked Wenru's neck with his right hand, forcefully pressing her head against his chest. He then lifted Wenru's right leg onto his left shoulder, creating the perfect "railway bento box" position. Her father's genitals were swollen, his glans and penis fully erect, pressing against Wenru's vulva. Disgusted, Wenru reached out to push him away, only to touch his glans. Shame and anger welled in her eyes as she pulled her hand back to her chest.

Her father noticed her disgust and a surge of rage ignited within him. He gripped his entire penis with his left hand, aimed it at the entrance of Wenru's vagina, and thrust it in with a powerful stroke. The force was so great that bottles and jars on the sink fell to the floor.

This thrust was almost unbearable for Wenru. Her vagina, already incredibly wet from her father's ministrations, was now further lubricated by the soap suds on his penis. The glans easily reached her cervix in one go. The air inside her uterus was forced out with a "plop," spurting out with her vaginal fluids and spraying onto her father's testicles.

Wenru let out a soft "ouch," a sound that was hard to tell whether it was pleasure or pain. Filled with shame, Wenru struggled to straighten her back so that the penis could slip out of her vagina, but her father forcefully grabbed the back of her neck several times, forcing her back down. Not only could she not escape, but she was also deeply penetrated several times.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" Four consecutive slaps, each with a pause of about one second. Each slap was a powerful withdrawal followed by a powerful insertion. The testicles slapped against her vulva, making a crisp slapping sound. The intense force sent Wenru flying into the air again and again, only to fall back onto the sink.

A feeling of weakness in her lower back made Wenru reflexively brace herself with her hands to the sides. It was better when her father didn't penetrate her; once he did, he realized that Wenru's body was a hidden paradise, a wonderfully indescribable new world. The heat from Wenru's body transmitted through his penis allowed him to experience his daughter's body more fully. The pleasure shattered the father's last shred of reason. His eyes were fixed on their joined bodies, heavy breaths escaping his lips. His right hand restrained Wenru's struggling resistance from behind her neck, while his left hand held her lower back, pressing his entire body against hers until their bodies were completely pressed together.

Wenru knew she had no hope of escape; her father's weight was far beyond what a weak woman like her could move. Her long, slender legs stretched from in front of her father's body to behind his head. Wenru thought, "If we stay like this, you won't be able to thrust into me so forcefully." But her father didn't crave powerful thrusts. Instead, he twisted his hips, using his weight and the irregular warts on his penis to repeatedly scrape against the walls of her vagina. The folds of her vagina showed no mercy, eagerly welcoming the newcomer, dancing with the warts, trembling as if electrocuted.

Wenru felt as if the whole world was against her, even her own vagina was betraying her. A surge of intense resentment made her stiffen, refusing to utter a single sound. But her father's thrusts, again and again, brought a mixture of shame and pleasure with each stroke. She couldn't help but wonder if it was okay to indulge herself a little? Had she fallen in love with her father? Otherwise, how could each thrust of shame be so intoxicating?

Wei Tian twisted and turned, enjoying the private service his daughter's vaginal folds provided. The pleasure that had been interrupted during the bath was now awakened again. The father, having satisfied his lust, completely abandoned ethics and shame.

"Ruru, your inside is so hot~!"

"Ruru, 'Daddy' is fucking the place where you just peed~!"

"Ruru, why is it so tight down there? It feels so good to fuck Daddy. I didn't feel this good when I was fucking your 'Mommy' back then~!"

"Ruru, it feels good to be fucked by Daddy, doesn't it?"

Wenru turned her head away in shame and anger, simply closing her eyes, but tears still rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"Ruru, Daddy is just being affectionate with you~!"

Seeing his daughter's tears again, Weitian regained a bit of humanity, loosening his grip on her and letting Wenru's legs slide off his shoulders. As soon as Wenru got a chance to catch her breath, she immediately turned around and tried to crawl away from the sink. But when she put her legs down, she found that her legs and waist were already numb from being lifted and pressed up, and she couldn't exert any strength. Before one foot could even touch the ground, her father gently pushed her shoulder, and she slumped back onto the sink in a spread-eagle position.

For Weitian, this was the first time he had seen his daughter's body so undisguised since they had met naked. Even though his daughter's breasts weren't very large, they were perky and firm, with rosy areolas and erect nipples. Without a word, he grabbed forward with both hands, even flicking her nipples with his thumbs, causing his daughter's entire back to arch backward.

Even so, Weitian's penis didn't stop, continuously thrusting into his daughter's genitals. The daughter glared at her father resentfully, seeing his persistent look, she knew that her father wouldn't let her go today no matter what.

"Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop..."

Weitian and Wenru were both speechless. One was focused on his daughter's body, slowly thrusting into her genitals, while the other helplessly watched her father thrusting into her. The only sound in the bathroom was the friction of penis against vagina.

"Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop..."

For a long, long time, there was still no sign of her father stopping. Wenru felt that her waist was no longer her own. Every time her father slowly inserted his penis into her vagina, the electric shock-like trembling would cause her abdomen to rise and fall, and her inner thighs to sway involuntarily. The father closed his eyes, as if meticulously exploring the structure of his daughter's uterus, savoring every undulation of her vaginal walls. He then went even further, each time he inserted his penis into her vagina, Weitian would let out a soft, praising sigh.

"Hoo (plop), hoo (plop), hoo (plop), hoo (plop), hoo (plop), hoo (plop), hoo (plop)..."

In reality, each thrust pushed Wenru closer to the edge of climax. Perhaps the father didn't realize it, but with each thrust, Wenru gradually began to let out soft moans.

"Is it that good?" Wenru asked, trying to hide her embarrassment.

The sudden question interrupted Weitian's ecstasy, leaving him stunned. Embarrassed, he recalled all the indecent acts he had committed against his daughter from the beginning until now. It was all too late; his penis was still inside his daughter's vagina! Just as a feeling of regret was about to arise, Wenru's vagina contracted forcefully, gripping Weitian's penis tightly. This grip almost extinguished the thought of remorse.

A surge of urge to ejaculate, gripped by his daughter's vagina, rushed straight to Weitian's head. Before he could even regret it, he was faced with a agonizing choice. His penis had enjoyed so much pleasure, and now it was about to reach its climax; how could he give up halfway? But right now, it was his daughter inside him! This ejaculation would be an outrage against everyone. This torment and pressure were simply beyond the capacity of Weitian's pathetic, loser nature to bear. Sure enough, overwhelmed by the pressure, Weitian began to mutter to himself like a madman, putting on a one-man show. He blatantly lied, acting as if his daughter had raped him.

"Oh, Ruru, no, how can you make love to Daddy?"

"Ruru, really, Daddy's going to pull out!"

"Ruru, why is your little hole always sucking my penis? This won't do, I can't pull it out."

He said this while his body was busy, thrusting in and out, acting as if his penis was being sucked in by his daughter's vagina. This absurd behavior perfectly showcased his loser nature.

Seeing her father's shameless behavior, and thinking about how she had been driven to ecstasy by this loser, she felt both ashamed and angry. She wanted to hit him but was powerless; her father's hands were still pinching her breasts, rubbing and kneading them, giving her an unwillingly pleasurable sensation.

Suddenly, her father bent over with a large movement, and Wenru felt his penis burst into her vagina. The intense pleasure from the glans scraping against the folds of her vagina hadn't even subsided when she felt the glans thrusting against her cervix. An electric shock-like pleasure surged through Wenru's brain, and she finally couldn't hold back any longer and let out a loud, lewd moan. Immediately afterward, the father pulled his penis almost out of her vagina, then thrust it back in completely. Wenru let out a moan. One thrust after another, Wenru echoed the moans.

Wenru wondered why her father had suddenly become so excited. It turned out that after Weitian's penis was gripped by his daughter's vagina, he finally couldn't hold back any longer, triggering a chain reaction of his sympathetic nervous system. The pent-up urge to ejaculate was released all at once. One ejaculation after another, each time his penis reached its deepest point, it shot forcefully into Wenru's uterus. The hot semen brought the already aroused daughter even closer to madness. Her legs, which had been dangling from the edge of the sink, now actively hooked around her father's lower back, tightly clamping him.

With a few stiff thrusts, disregarding that the woman before him was his own flesh and blood, Weitian poured all his semen into Wenru's vagina. After ejaculating, his legs were still trembling. Not satisfied with just that, he greedily opened his mouth and kissed his daughter's lips. Wenru, who had been trying to tighten her vagina, could only helplessly relax with this kiss, her tight vaginal opening finally loosening slightly, and a gush of semen spurted out.

After the climax came sobriety; their eyes met, and they were speechless for a long time, unable to believe what they had just done. Weitian pulled his limp penis from his daughter's vagina and staggered out of the bathroom like a zombie, leaving his daughter bewildered. The semen flowing from her vagina overflowed the edge of the sink, dripping onto the tiles with a pitter-patter sound.

Postscript.
The next day, Weitian, as usual, went online in his room after work and suddenly felt the urge to urinate. Unexpectedly, just as he was halfway through urinating, his daughter walked in without warning, standing by the sink and watching her father urinate. Weitian was at a loss, but he couldn't stop, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and let his daughter watch him urinate. After quickly finishing, he pulled up his pants and turned to the sink to wash his hands. He saw his daughter push herself up and sit on the sink. Although Wenru still turned her head away from her father's eyes, she untied the straps of her dress and let them slip down, revealing her firm breasts.

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