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Sensing Fu Xingchen's movements, Tang YiJue turned his head to look at her. His pitch-black eyes met with her gentle gaze. His heart felt as if something had passed by it, and it felt itchy. However, it was extremely touching.

It made him think of the cat at home. Occasionally, it would look at him with such harmless eyes, as if it wanted to act coquettishly.

He took her hand instead