Kexin suppressed her breathing as she used her hair to trace patterns on Sijian's chest. I knew that feeling all too well. Hair, when wet, was cool, and the sensation of it brushing against the chest was intensely ticklish. For an average person, even if they were asleep, they might scratch or turn over. But Sijian was enduring it. Aside from his clenched fists, there was no change in the rest of his body, including his face.…
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