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Shen Xia took the razor in her hand and walked out. Sure enough, Lu Yunqing was already lying down, holding a magazine in his hand and casually flipping through it.

He held his chin in one hand and turned the pages of a book in the other. A white towel was draped carelessly over his back, dripping wet.

Shen Xia sucked in a breath of cold air. Without a doubt