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... atmosphere suddenly grew tense, and Yan Jian started to feel breathless.
All over her body, every little hair seemed to stand on end, the tips pricking through her clothes, making her feel like a little hedgehog.
But aren’t a hedgehog’s spikes supposed to face the enemy and protect itself? Why did she feel these spikes only added an itch and unease, without posing any actual threat to him?
The itching sensation spread, making her involuntarily recall the rainy night on t ...
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