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"Hair up," he said in a low voice.

Once a gust of wind passed by, Lin Zisang's long hair floated, and half a strand passed by Si Yuan's wrist.

The slight itch on his wrist brought a vague quiver to his heart. Si Yuan saw a small, white jade hand slowly reaching towards his palm under the moonlight. The warm feeling gently touched his palm. It only touched for an instant before it was withdrawn