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... Lingche didn’t realize he had buttoned wrong. He thought he was doing a decent job serving Qiao Yin; he was pleased with his own efforts.
He kissed her forehead again, whispering softly, “Let me take you home.”
With that, he got out of the car, returned to the driver’s seat, and started driving towards her house.
Qiao Yin could still feel the warmth of his kiss on her forehead. She couldn’t help but rub it off, unable to resist a glance at him.
From her angle, she ...
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