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... lie Quinlan was initially looking down, drinking and playing on her phone. Hearing the words, she awkwardly frowned and tried to dodge away: "I’ll do it myself."
"You can’t reach the hair at the back; it’s always wet and easy to catch a cold."
"..."
Amadeus Yancey dodged her hand, his lips curving up: "Just sit still, I’ll dry it for you."
Nathalie Quinlan was pressed on the shoulder by him, momentarily unable to move, so she straightened her back, unaccustomed to ...
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