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While she was still daydreaming, Qin Mu had already dragged her body over. She was pressed down on the big white soft bed, and before she could say anything, she felt a warm fingertip poking into her hair.

Qin Mu was blow-drying her hair. It was an extremely soft and gentle hairstyle.

Chu Qing sat straight and still, like a schoolboy waiting for her teacher's words