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Yan Qing stood up, and in Wu Shuangcheng's sight, he stood up like a slow motion movie. Wu Shuangcheng also stood up. They looked into each other's eyes. Wu Shuangcheng felt that another twelve years had passed before Yan Qing stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms. He was so careful, as if she were a glassware that would break if not careful. He was so excited, as if he was about to explode, as if he wanted to squeeze out all his heat and give it to her. His embrace became so intense that it hurt her. Then, he let go of his arms and gently held Wu Shuangcheng's head and Wu Shuangcheng's face with both hands. He kissed Wu Shuangcheng's lips gently, gently, so reverently, so tenderly, so carefully, so wildly.

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