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... him, dragging it with a lazy scrape before letting himself fall into it like gravity had a personal grudge. His eyes, cool and unreadable, met hers without hesitation.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice dipped in the kind of laziness that made Shen Yiren's blood boil.
"Don't play dumb," she hissed, stepping closer. "You know how much I can't stand her. So why? Why would you, of all people, choose her as your portrait subject?"
Wuhao let out a yawn, slow an ...
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