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... Every bone in her body felt as if it had been taken apart and rearranged.
Rong Yan frowned in discomfort in her sleep.
The man who had been looking at documents in the car heard a mosquito-like whimper beside him and subconsciously furrowed his brows, glancing over to see a pale, delicate face and lashes that trembled as though unsettled in slumber. The fair, oval face inexplicably reminded him of a fragile little deer in the forest.
He himself disliked contact with women ...
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