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Duan Jing leaned on the door and let out an ambiguous smile. He had already covered up all his emotions with such an expression that was always hanging on his face. He leaned over and took a deep breath on Ye Feibai's neck, almost touching Ye Feibai's neck with the tip of his nose.

"The smell of rosemary. It smells so good." Duan Jing's eyes were full of smiles