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She stretched out her hand and touched his face. Her right index finger traced the line of his lips.

His lips were beautiful, curvy and faintly pink, like a blooming water lily in early summer, quietly blooming, captivating one's soul in its stillness.

Xin Shanshan's finger seemed to have self-awareness as it moved down along Mu Tianhao's elegant neck. The clothes he wore looked loose