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Li Xiuming breathed carefully. Ye Yulan's hair was rubbing against the tip of his nose. He could clearly see Ye Yulan's white neck.

Li Xiuming touched her ice-cold hands with his fingertips. He could smell the unique, light, and delicate fragrance of Ye Yulan's body. At that moment, his entire world was filled with the refreshing scent of Ye You Ran