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... ppointed.
Then he softened his voice. "Then think about it."
Bai Weiwei provoked her own hair roll: "I can't think of it."
Wen Jinqian quietly coveted her for a while, then thought of something.
His fingers crossed her scattered silver hair and gently pressed her delicate back neck, forcing her to look up.
Then he bowed his head, soft and thin lips, and gently attached it.
Upon a touch, I left.
The aroma of lotus leaves around is more intense.
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