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... es staring at the lunch box in front of him for a long time. His hand reached out several times, only to be forcefully pulled back each time.
He didn’t go back to the villa because he didn’t want to see her, didn’t want to be influenced by her. He admitted... he really couldn’t ignore her.
She was like that beautiful yet deadly poppy—knowing he shouldn’t touch it, yet he was still uncontrollably drawn in.
He loathed this lack of self-control, loathed how he was always inv ...
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