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"What are you thinking about?" Fu Chijing's deep, magnetic voice instantly pulled Tong Qing back from her wandering thoughts. "Hmm?" Tong Qing turned and looked at him. Fu Chijing reached out, rubbed the top of her head, and shook his head. "Nothing." Tong Qing studied his face, and for some reason a lingering fear rose in her chest