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Needless to say, of course Qian Baitao's big boobs had blinded him.

After so long apart, the moment they reunited, Qian Baitao immediately reminded Yimo of the happy... terrifying time when he'd been at the mercy of her big boobs!

But who could withstand that?

Yimo certainly couldn't!

A boob-face wash right from the start—he couldn't breathe!!!

Yimo used all his strength to pry Qian Baitao off with both hands, and finally managed to get her off his face.

But Qian Baitao still clung to Yimo and didn't get off him.

Only then did Yimo manage to catch his breath. At least he could sit up in the snow now.

The two of them were in a rather intimate position. Yimo sat in the snow, while Qian Baitao sat on his thighs, hugging him tightly with both arms and looking blissfully happy. She couldn't have been more pleased.

If Yimo hadn't pressed a hand against her forehead to hold her back, she would already have been rubbing her face all over his!

Qian Baitao wore a white spaghetti-strap chiffon camisole, with a loose beige Korean-style jacket over it. Her emerald-green pleated gauze skirt was light and airy, ending just above her knees, and she wore black stockings.

Her orange bob reached her neck, with the ends curling slightly inward. A red ribbon tied a pretty little braid at her right temple, revealing her cute little ear, and a small red strawberry hair clip decorated the hair on the right side of her head.

Qian Baitao's big, round eyes blinked at him. She couldn't have been cuter.

It was just that she'd lost the baby fat in her cheeks, and her features were now much more defined. She looked even more refined than before, and had several obvious abrasions that even