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After drying her hair, Mu Zisu hugged Xiaoxiao close as he came to the bed, holding her tightly and thinking about what Su Wanxia had said to him today.
Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand, running it across his chest toward the face in her mind.
Mu Zisu caught her hand and pressed it against his own face.
Gently, tenderly, Xiaoxiao caressed every bit of skin on his face, sketching the familiar handsome features in her mind with the sensations under her fingertips···
Thick, narrow eyebrows, a high, straight nose, eyelashes longer and more enchanting than a girl's, and those deep, unfathomable black eyes. Finally, her fingers rested on his unyielding thin lips.
Before she fell in love with him, she had always thought he was the most heartless man in the world···
But now, she felt that she had been wrong. He wasn't heartless; he was deeply passionate.
It was such a stroke of luck to have his love, and she was truly content.
