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... would have been disfigured.
“Little brat.” The pain caused Fu Sichen to draw in a breath of cold air. Examining the scratch on his arm, his only comfort was that he wouldn’t need to wear any short-sleeve shirts for his shoot that was in a few days.
This cat definitely shared the same traits as THAT guy.
They were both arrogant as hell.
Fu Sichen wasn’t a person who took well to inconveniences. He also didn’t really like cats. But when it came to this particular Persian ca ...
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