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Qin Yinian held the back of her head in his hand.

He flicked open the leather rope with his fingertips, and her long black hair fell onto the white bedsheet. Her five fingers were stuck in the middle, and the smooth touch made it hard for him to let go.

Qin Yinian asked, "Lovesick, tell me honestly."

Li Xiangsi's small hands clung to his shoulders as she gasped for breath