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Half of his body was on top of hers, his arms on either side of her head, holding her in place on the bed.

His long hair hung down from his shoulders, covering the light in front of her eyes. The man's long hair brushed against her face. It was itchy and scared her so much that she hurriedly dodged. She used her hand to support his shoulder and said, "This …" I haven't washed up yet