Watching Ye Ge lie unconscious on the hotel bed, Tang Zhiyan sat at the head of the bed, gently stroking his face.
Feeling a tickle on his cheek in his sleep, Ye Ge rubbed his face against Tang Zhiyan’s palm.
A flash of delight crossed Tang Zhiyan’s eyes. She then began to stroke his hair as if she were petting a large dog, almost as if she intended to rub him bald.
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