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... wrist, and habitually turned around, pulling a plain white towel, and began to dry her hands.
The rough towel passed over her skin, and the chill in the palms of her hands gradually faded as she placed the towel back where it belonged.
The moment she placed her hand on the doorknob, Zhou Sinin always felt that something was amiss.
Suddenly, she realized that something was off.
Off.
Really off.
This towel was new!
A new towel in itself was n ...
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