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The feeling of dryness was moisturized, and when Wen Yangzhi let her go, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, his voice was hoarse but indifferent:
"Still itchy?"
She pouted her lips like the spout of a teapot, with a stubborn teapot flavor: "Still itchy."
He bent down again, the soft touch falling for an instant before lifting away:
"Answer again now."
Still not satisfied, she crossed her arms, tilting her head back to look at him: "Still itchy."
But she didn't expect him to ignore her: "You can itch all night then."
Wen Yangzhi casually laid the towel on her desk, his gaze moving down to the puzzle she was clutching tightly to her chest: "Take out the puzzle."
Yun Yuwan reluctantly handed over the puzzle, grumbling in her heart.
Not only was the dead duck stubborn, but her thoughts were also quite dirty.
And yet she really wanted it but wouldn't let him kiss her.