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... er anxious voice instructing: "Don't flutter... Relax...!"

The familiar voice sounds like Tong Youjing.

Tong Youjing is one of them. I forgot the exact day, but I mentioned it in a chat. Tong Youjing said that he would go to the swimming pool together in the summer, and when he learned that she would not, he promised to teach her personally in the future.

Yu Xing tried to relax, let himself be floated by her, and handed over safety to her.

Tong Youjing's sle ...

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