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121 - The Reason Why We Admire You (1)
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The teenager called Li Ci could be considered the most ordinary, the reason being the moment his stick of tanghulu was handed to him, he remained quiet on his spot as he enjoyed the sweet. He did not bother Yin, and simply chose to listen on the sides.
On the other hand, his other three friends brought Yin to a nearby empty pavilion and circled her like she’s some sort of interrogation suspect who would bolt out of the blue at the earliest sign of an opening.
Which, to be fair, was exactly what Yin had in mind.
Li Yaoyao fussed around Yin as if she’s a maid and Yin was a disabled kid that needed to be coddled. While Yin loved sitting on her soft lap, the way Li Yaoyao touched her here and there made her feel borderline v
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