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... waist, pulling her back against a solid chest.
Mr. Fang’s voice was a low murmur against her ear. "Leaving so soon?"
His free hand slid down her side, slow and deliberate, before slipping beneath her coat.
Qingran stiffened, her pulse steady but her mind sharpening into a lethal edge.
"You act fearless," he mused, his fingers grazing the curve of her hip. "But I can feel it—you’re not unaffected, are you?"
His grip tightened as he lowered his head, his br ...
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