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... y a head fell onto her shoulder.
She turned her head to see a man with exceptionally long eyelashes, and oh, such pale, tender skin.
She poked the head, "Sir."
The man didn’t move.
She poked him again, "Sir."
Still, he didn’t move.
She poked harder, "Sir."
He moved then, rubbing against her, his eyelashes brushing her neck.
That tickled.
Chen Xiangtai touched her neck.
Had he fainted or just fallen asleep?
Sh ...
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