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Qin Yin pressed her against the door and kissed her deeply.

Lin Suye held onto her phone, her hands hanging by her side. She froze, not daring to move.

She was still in her ponytail, her head knocking against the door, tugging at her hair to make it hurt a little.

He kissed her and put down her hair, rubbing her hair with his bony fingers. His gentle actions eased her nervousness for no reason