Time was so vague in Qiao Zhimo's mind that there was no concept, and every frame when Pei Shiyan reached over was like slow motion.

His warm fingertips rubbed under the corners of her eyes, fingertips running over her tear moles, lingering for about two seconds before withdrawing his hand.

"Without makeup, the dark circles under my eyes have indeed faded a lot." Pei Shiyan sat back, and he looked well-dressed and serious.

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