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... n’t dodge. Quan Yu seemed to have anticipated it. The moment he lowered his head, the hand that had been pinching her chin moved behind her, gripping the back of her head and holding it firmly.
He was skilled and deft, leaving Ning Guiwan no room to struggle. Her nostrils filled with his scent—a mixture of alcohol, tobacco, and the faint, cool bitterness of agarwood.
The car window was slowly raised. The once-clear noises from outside became muffled. Ning Guiwan gradually found i ...
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