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His lips brushed against the skin behind her ear.
At that moment, his breath was scalding hot.
Right now, as Cheng Weiyue gazed at Zhou Jingwei standing in front of her, those memories tinged with ambiguity all became crystal clear.
Her face flushed instantly and she muttered, "I plan to go back to my room to brush my teeth and wash my face..."
Zhou Jingwei lifted his hand to touch her hair. His voice was languid and deep, exceptionally pleasant to the ear, "Come with me."
Cheng Weiyue followed Zhou Jingwei almost as if she were bewitched.
In the washroom, on the cool-toned vanity, there was now a set of pink toiletries, and a pile of cosmetics whose names Cheng Weiyue couldn't articulate.
Zhou Jingwei gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, lowered his head to smell her hair, a hint of yearning in his voice, "Now that everything is moved to my bedroom, where's the logic in letting you go back?"
