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... as if a mouse had died.”
Words treating everything as a small music box world revolving within his palm.
He couldn’t bear it any longer.
Slap.
Valentin raised his hand and brushed off the finger touching the tip of his chin.
Now without hesitation, and as if to show, he frowned and took a step back.
He was trembling with anger and felt unpleasant.
He wanted to throw a punch at the arrogant prince who touched his face as he pleased, but the ...
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