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... used it. Most importantly though, it was because of the bed.
Yan Beicheng gave himself this excuse while washing his hands without using soap. He gave his hands a sniff, it still smelt of him. Yan Beicheng raised his eyebrows suddenly and walked into the kitchen with his wet hands held up, “Which one’s your hand towel?”
Lin Chu was stir-frying some vegetables and looked at him quickly without a doubt, “It’s the yellow one with cherry blossoms on it. There’s an exact same bath towel I ...
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