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I see too much.

The man's fingers were inserted into Bai Xianxian's shiny black hair along with the white handkerchief, but they were like moving jade. Fang Wenxue, who was sitting at the other end of the phone, was momentarily stunned. "Jian Jian, your man is wiping your hair?"

The man's hands were a bit overdone.

Therefore, Fang Wenxue couldn't help but ask