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"Cough cough cough..." The youth was coughing, pressing his lips, his entire body trembling slightly.
The youth coughed for quite a while, his already pallid face turning even more ghastly white.
Chuzheng stepped forward, wanting to help him steady his breathing, but the youth shifted inward, avoiding her hand.
Yan Gui hung his head low, revealing only his smooth jawline and profile. His ear tips, whether from the coughing or the cold, were tinged with a faint blush.
Chuzheng glanced at her own palm.
What is he avoiding?
It's clean!
Chuzheng yanked him back forcefully.
She stood while Yan Gui sat. When she pulled him back, Yan Gui ended up leaning against her abdomen.
Chuzheng said sternly, "What are you avoiding?"
The fragrance from the girl's body was refreshing and penetrating to the heart.
Yan Gui's ear tips reddened even more.
A warm palm brushed across his back.
His body stiffened slightly.