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The soft touch, the beautiful curve of her lips, the gleam of her eyes.

Jiang Qingyuan suddenly opened her eyes and touched her upper lip subconsciously.

It was a dream.

Yes, it was just a dream.

It was something that had really happened.

She turned her face to the side slightly and buried her face in the pillow.

Ahhh, it's been a few days already