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This time, Ye Qingqing could clearly feel that Jiang Yunting's actions were simple and crude. The kiss was like a drop of rain that left a mark on her skin.

The room became empty once again because of Jiang Yunting's departure. As she turned around, Ye Qingqing looked at the clothes that had been torn to shreds under the bed and closed her eyes in a deathly silence