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Yun Jinxiu lifted a finger to her lips, and her gaze inadvertently fell on his neck, as she subconsciously asked: "What happened to your neck?"

Gong Liche slightly pulled open his collar: "Here?"

Yun Jinxiu nodded.

"Weren't you drunk?"

"…"

"Right, there's more here."

He pulled his coat back a little, revealing his paint-like collarbone.

Yun Jinxiu, "..