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Hao Yan didn't even need to raise her eyes to know who it was.

His aura, the thickness of his palm, and his body temperature were all familiar to her.

He was so familiar with it that he would dream about it every night.

Qin Huainian held her face.

A deep kiss, like before.

Hao Yan didn't break away from him. Perhaps it had been too long since she had last done so