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... r foreheads touched, the distance between the two of them was less than an inch.
Their breaths intertwined, light and shallow.
The wind was a bit cold, and instinctively, Ying Zijin rolled closer into his embrace, resting against his chest.
Fu Yunshen held her even tighter.
He chuckled softly, his voice warm and spreading slowly in the wind.
“Good night, kid.”
...
He held her as he escorted her up the stairs, only putting her down when they ...
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