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... ng his broad shoulders and slim waist, standing tall like an unsheathed black narrow sword, even the silhouette exuded sharpness. His high ponytail cascaded down his back, the slightly upturned ends outlining a wild curve.
He leisurely rubbed the Moyu Ring, his slanted eyes dark and burning like those of a malevolent ghost.
The malevolent ghost’s gaze fixated on the woman on the bed, a smirk playing on his thin lips.
Shen Yinning’s throat was dry and hoarse, as if scorche ...
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