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Her face was pressed firmly against his chest, and a stain was left on his white shirt.
His body was cold as a result of staying outside for quite some time. On him was the smell of frost and a faint whiff of tobacco.
She never liked the smell of tobacco; of the reasons she used to like Jian Yi so much was because he was not a smoker. His smell was always light and fresh, with a sunny feel to it.
However, the faint smell of tobacco emanating from Qi Chen ...
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