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Bai Wufang stepped into the hall but didn't stand still.
Someone pressed against his back from an unknown place and slowly and leisurely hugged him. Their cold fingers passed over his chest and then scratched his neck, finally resting on the unhealed blood mark on the side of his face.
His right shoulder sank slightly, and the man rested his chin on his shoulder in a majestic manner, feeling a blend of warmth with every breath.
"I said, you can't get rid of me, Aqi."
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Concept: short story
