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Just imagine, you offer to wash his hair just because his hand is fractured. He keeps looking at you every once in a while but can't keep his eyes off.
“Keep your head straight, styles! I need to wash your forehead.” You complain with a playful glare.
He just squints his eyes and pokes his tongue out at you. You can't help but shake your head and let out a soft chuckle.
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