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Habit?
Lu Mian felt that she had grown accustomed to having Xiao Qimo by her side.
Accustomed to his presence near her.
Even more accustomed to a life with him.
Yet, these habits had never appeared in her life before.
She hadn't even gotten used to having her parents around, but somehow, inexplicably, she had become used to him.
She took a deep breath and, facing the man's rather intense gaze, took a step forward.
The man, caught off guard by her approach, was briefly stunned.
Lu Mian reached out and gently wrapped her arms around the man's waist. The grip wasn't strong, but it carried a tinge of nervousness and shyness.
Xiao Qimo's nerves instantly tensed.
Lu Mian rested her head against his chest, her movements a bit clumsy. She rubbed back and forth several times, as if confirming something.
Listening to the man's "thump, thump, thump" rapidly accelerating heartbeat, just like her own, she suddenly understood.
