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... ne rang.
An unfamiliar number.
Sophia looked at his profile, her relaxed forehead slowly furrowing.
"My hands are dirty, help me answer it." Zane glanced at the phone next to the flowers.
Sophia let out a small "oh," carefully got up, and sat beside him.
But he took up so much space, it was impossible to avoid contact with this furnace, every touch felt like being scorched by hot coals.
His muscles were so firm, not at all like soft skin, more akin ...
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