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... oldness betraying a trace of hidden depth. He could smell the ethereal fragrance emanating from her, and her lips were so close—temptingly close—like delicate petals begging to be tasted.
Zhaozhao met Chu Yan’s gaze and couldn’t help but falter for a moment.
The danger in his eyes resembled that of a wild beast fixating on its prey, inexplicably sending shivers down her spine, instinctively wanting to distance herself from him.
Zhaozhao let go of her arms, preparing to ri ...
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