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Then, without looking back, she went upstairs.

"Stop looking." Suddenly, his eyes blocked by a hand, Lu Chi pulled me straight and rubbed his hand across my face. "Dirty, really."

I wanted to push him, to make him stop, to wash his face in a while, but Lu Que refused to budge. He kept wiping my face with both hands and saying, Who cares if you're crying, I'm talking about the smell on your body