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... landed lightly in the palm of their hands—a touch so gentle, frail, and seemingly insubstantial.
This touch was so light, it seemed as if Xiao Linshuang’s movements were just for show, hardly making contact with the men’s palms at all.
The pale-faced young man was stunned for a moment and asked in a daze, "Was that, a touch?"
The blonde-haired young man was also taken aback, that wasn’t a touch, it was merely a poke, and moreover, he wasn’t even sure if the young girl ha ...
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