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Qin Yinian reached out his hand to take it.

As he answered the call, his other hand did not remain idle. It covered her arm that was resting outside the blanket.

She was slim and delicate, like a piece of smooth, snow-white satin. However, there were a few scars on her surface, making one's heart heat up.

Li Xiangsi's callused fingers caressed her skin