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In the bedroom just one wall over, Qi Mo was leaning against the bed holding his phone. His hair, naturally stiff, had completely dried and the previously soft, drooping locks had silently stood back up.
The delight and confusion in his eyes flashed by together.
Before he could ponder the meaning, his phone buzzed with a new message.
Sheng Mumu: "But you think too highly of yourself."
Qi Mo's eyes curled up slightly at the corners, casting a glance to ...
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