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... w, she couldn’t remember, only felt the warm water streaming through her hair and onto her scalp, followed by Sheng Jianan’s slightly cool fingers weaving through her strands.
Sheng Jianan didn’t actually intend to wash Tang Yanqi’s hair, the earlier remark of disdain was merely for lack of any true disdainful reason.
But as his fingers lightly touched Tang Yanqi’s hair and a slew of shampoo lathered into foam, Young Master Sheng suddenly found himself swept up in playful excitem ...
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