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... g fragrance was replaced by a heavy, overpowering scent.
Ye Li’s forehead was damp with sweat, strands of wet hair sticking to it.
She leaned weakly into Fu Yanci’s arms.
Raising her eyes, she could see the full-length mirror.
The man’s black shirt was neat and immaculate, his eyes bright and satisfied, the perfect image of a polite reprobate.
She, however, looked more like a ruined qipao doll.
After only a few glances, Ye Li turned her head and bu ...
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