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t vestiges of warmth. He reached out and grasped her hand, "Phone...""Who cares about the phone, just let go. We can talk after we're done." Ye Feimo was very insistent, but the ringing phone sounded... table and stomping his feet, a warm and inexplicable kind of laughter. He'd been having quite the fits lately, so when she went over to see what he was laughing at, she laughed along too. Xiao Bai's...