Miaomiao collapsed softly into Ansheng's arms, not even daring to take a full breath.
Her cheeks and the tips of her ears were burning intensely. She swallowed unconsciously, feeling so nervous that her hands trembled slightly.
The subtle, gentle scent of laundry detergent wafted from Ansheng, and his warm breath kept brushing against the top of her head.
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