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Hao Zhengting furrowed his brow as Tiantian's small hands roamed over his chest. Earlier, while rinsing off the soap, a spark had ignited within him, and now she was unknowingly fanning the flames.

He finally managed to hold her restless hands still and dry her hair. Her hair was thick but silky, and as he laid her back on the pillow, it cascaded like a waterfall