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Feeling his arms tightening around her, Youyou was nearly out of breath. She couldn't help but protest, "Yiming, you're holding me too tight. I can hardly breathe. Are you trying to strangle me? Murder?"

Yiming snapped back to reality and loosened his grip slightly. Youyou could sense his tension and asked softly, "Yiming, is something on your mind? You seem uneasy