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... naughtiness quickly subsided and turned into a gentle embrace: “Yan Yan, are you mad at me? Mad at me for not keeping you company?”
The inquiry instantly sent the woman into a rocky state of struggle: “Di Cang, were you the one who made Little Rice contract with me?”
“Yes,” the man curls one corner of his mouth, “this is what State Teacher directed.”
State Teacher?
Pursing her lip, Bai Yan’s mind promptly went back to that blood ridden scene of a ...
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