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The texture on his palm was clean and clear, just that it was a bit inconvenient for the eyes.

I pursed my lips and was about to refuse, but Chiang Zihan had already picked up the Band-Aid and stuck it on the spot where the cigarette was burning. He said slowly, "Just take it. If there's a advantage, you won't be a person."

The cool tips of my fingers brushed against my fingers