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Jun Ze could only calmly pick up the wet towel and wipe off his sleeves.

Ah Jiu gnawed on the chicken leg as he watched Jun Ze leisurely wipe his sleeves with a look of worship.

His firm yet elegant fingers, his persistence on the soft towel, and his slender, jade-like fingers, had all completely contrasted the color of the soft towel. It was like a clump of orchid flowers blooming in the wind