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The night was long and cold.

Ji Yunshu curled up in Jing Rong's arms peacefully like a child. Her cold body also gradually warmed up.

The man's heavy breathing landed firmly on her head.

She carefully raised her head and focused her sight on his tightly shut eyes.

Facing the candlelight, her long and thick eyelashes lightly fluttered. She was extremely mischievous