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She couldn't control herself, so he clamped her hands;
When she struggled, he tightened his grip;
When she cried out in pain, he slightly loosened his hold;
But she took advantage of the opportunity, and her hands, like those of a water snake, once again climbed toward the back of his neck.
They clung on tightly.
Liang Yin pushed aside the bangs on her forehead, "Quite clingy."
With a whimper, Wen Zhi made Liang Yin's heart flutter, even as he said, "Cling, cling, cling, cling as much as you want."
Supporting her with one hand, he used the tip of his foot to snuff out the cigarette, his voice dropping a few notches, "But if you keep this up, you're going to catch on fire."
Wen Zhi looked up, asking him blankly, "I feel so hot, am I already on fire?"
"..." Liang Yin sharply inhaled, "Wen Zhi, do you see clearly who I am?"
Wen Zhi stared at him intently, and after a long pause, she called out his name, "Liang Yin..."
