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Zhencan panicked and put her hands on his chest.

This kind of ambiguous posture made her unable to get used to it.

She looked at Qingsong anxiously and said, "Song, you..."

Qingsong refused to let go of her. His handsome face gradually enlarged and his warm lips finally landed on her forehead.

The butterfly danced for a short moment, but it cut across each other's heart