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Her voice was very soft.

At this moment, she was still rubbing her eyes gently with one hand. She stretched halfway, revealing a slender and fair waist.

Against the dazzling and exquisite beaded tassel, it was even more clear and eye-catching. It was like a palm that could be easily grasped.

Yan Qing slowly tightened his grip behind him and looked away, his gaze landing on her face.

She covered her face with one hand, revealing only her half-squinted eyes. It was as if she had just woken up, and her eyes were still a little misty.

She was charming and soft but also pure and innocent. She was like a beautiful and fragile crystal, or a flower that had bloomed to the extreme.

No one could stop her beauty.

Yan Qing was stunned. Even though he was used to seeing this enchanting face, at this moment, he was still…