"No, I have to wash it again, sanitize it once more." Elizabeth was an extreme perfectionist when it came to cleanliness. She had already washed Yang Xi's flute nearly thirty times that day. At this moment, she was using a hairdryer on its highest heat setting to sanitize it, working with meticulous, earnest focus. "I want to listen to you play it again in the future!" she said, continuing her careful work.
Watching her tall, sexy figure, Yang Xi felt a surge of tenderness and gently embraced her from behind. Elizabeth shivered slightly but did not pull away; the two of them stood there locked in a sweet, intimate embrace.
This heartwarming scene was like a romantic film, reminiscent of the protagonists in "Roman Holiday" sharing a deep embrace on the streets of Rome, filled with warmth and romance. It was as if, after enduring all manner of hardships, a prince and princess in a fairy tale had finally found a peaceful harbor in one another. Amidst the clamor of the world, they seemed to inhabit a quiet corner belonging only to them, savoring this fleeting moment of sweetness and tranquility.
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