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Song Jiqing’s hands were white and clean, thin and slender, with well-proportioned knuckles. They were more elegant and charming than the hands of a pianist.
He held Xiao Yunyun’s arm with one hand and gently pressed the areas around her wound with the other hand. “Does it hurt here?”
Xiao Yunyun glanced at Song Jiqing and smiled shyly. She shook her head and said, “It doesn’t hurt at all.”
His slender fingers moved closer to Xiao Yunyun’s wound and pressed it. ...
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