A lingering, passionate kiss left both of them slightly breathless. After a long moment, Xiaoyao was the first to pull back, pressing her small hand against Xiangliu's chest.
"If we're going, we need to go down right now. You still need to dye your hair and hurry over, we can't waste any more time."
Xiangliu's lips lingered reluctantly against her neck and shoulder, his voice muffled:
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