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Shen Yiran washed Cheng Zixu's hair clean and wrapped his head with a towel. Cheng Zixu felt dizzy and leaned into Shen Yiran's arms, as if he had fallen asleep.

Shen Yiran leaned against the washing table and wiped his hair. It was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.

The hand sanitizer made the alcohol on his body dissipate a little. It was not as pungent as before