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"I …" Didn't Uncle hear what we said? " Zhao Jing subconsciously shrunk his body.

The more you don't like something, the more he wants to do it. He held her tight, forcing his chin to rest on her shoulder. He rested his head on her shoulder, breathing in the faint scent of books and ink. Separated by a little bit of distance, he could still feel the warmth coming from her neck