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The warmth on his face transferred to her fingertips.
The corners of his lips rose slightly with a smile, as if he was encouraging her touch, which gradually eased her nervousness.
Lu Mianmian caressed Wen Mulan's cheek with extreme care, as if she was touching a piece of art.
So this is what it feels like, as though she was slowly completing a once blurry memory of touch.
It's so comfortable!
The woman who could become his wife in the future is really lucky, being able to touch such a handsome and attractive face every day! Lu Mianmian couldn't help but mutter to herself.
She was reluctant to stop touching him, and he, indulged her in doing so.
Until an employee entered the reception room—
"Sister Mianmian, the information you asked me to record earlier..." The rest of the words ceased abruptly as the person stared in surprise at the scene in the reception room and blurted out, "Sister Mianmian, have you really made a move on the client?"
