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When Wen Yanqing sat down by the bed, Lin Gantang put down his phone and grabbed the hair dryer to dry his hair.
The short strands of hair passed through her fingertips, slightly damp.
After blowing his hair, Lin Gantang gave him a head massage and asked, “Does it hurt now?”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“Tell me the truth.”
“It really doesn’t hurt, it’s not a continuous pain, it feels okay now,” Wen Yanqing said.
Lin Gantang was slightly ...
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