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Hao Yan's breathing paused for a moment.

Qin Huainian had already buttoned his shirt. He sat on the side of the bed and hooked his fingers at her.

Like a small dog, Hao Yan obediently moved forward.

He took a pair of cufflinks from his hand and slipped them on the cuff of the shirt he held out to him.

The cuff links were a sparkling red agate inlaid with stars