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... touch me.”
The boy didn’t look at her, he just carefully wiped his hand touched by her with a tissue and casually threw it in the trash can; his voice was indifferent.
Bai Lian leaned against the tree, replaying the scene in her mind over and over.
Her wet black hair clung to her pale neck; she wrapped herself in a black coat, yawned lazily, and then reported a number to the elderly man beside her.
The elderly man adjusted his glasses on his nose bridge, happy to ...
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