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and down like a piano player feeling out the keys. Lin Meng always felt that he looked like he was scheming when he did this. When his fingers stopped moving, he suddenly turned his head to look at h...ut and lifted her chin, taking in her beauty with unrestrained appreciation. She shyly blinked her eyes, her alluring eyelashes fluttering incessantly, undeniably enticing. Her watery eyes, tinged wit...