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He looked down at her with half-closed, drunken eyes and murmured,

"Dye? "Are you dyeing?"

When he saw her standing in front of him, a look of pleasant surprise gradually appeared in his eyes. He even stretched out his hand to caress her face.

"Dye, are you caring about me?"

Mu Yurou stood there motionlessly as his rough fingers caressed her delicate cheeks. After a long while