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"You're sweating and panting."
Mai Xiaomai said with a pained heart, looking at his sweat-dampened bangs.
"Then help me wipe it off."
Qiao Chutian showed no intention of setting her down on the ground.
Mai Xiaomai thus reached into his pocket and pulled out the black and white checkered handkerchief he always carried, and started to wipe his sweat...
Chutian's heart was tenderly moved again.
He felt that even if he carried her around the equator, he would not be tired.
This burden gave him a sense of security, warmth, and the feeling that he was truly needed by someone.
As Mai Xiaomai wiped his sweat, she suddenly found his look so sexy that she couldn't resist, and leaned in to kiss his cheek...
A flush of red quickly spread from his earlobes across his entire cheek.
A certain rippling atmosphere quickly surged in both their hearts...
Chutian's heart skipped half a beat at her initiative, then began to throb strongly.
