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Tang Xueyan was sprawled on Su Fei's back, her view obstructed, blindly groping for something within the bag. It was akin to a game of chance, her success hinging on luck. Despite her prolonged efforts, she couldn't locate the elusive number six. To make matters worse, her hands, moving through the backpack's compartment, kept brushing against Su Fei's chest