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"What are you doing?"

Lin Jie's body stiffened, his throat rolled around, and he slowly raised his head. Right when his eyes met with Shen Qinghan's, the chill suddenly rose up his back, and reflexively, Lin Jie immediately retracted her hand, firmly pressing her pinky finger that was stained with rouge into her palm.

"What are you holding in your hand?"

Shen Qinghan glanced behind Lin Jie