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... er heart skipped a beat.
The one who had made her toss and turn, haunted her dreams—Number Seventeen—was suddenly standing right in front of her, without any warning.
He was still wearing that silver half-mask, shielding half his face, leaving only a sharp jawline and tightly pressed thin lips exposed, the air of mystery cranked to the max.
Right now, he was bare-chested, sweat beading and sliding down his well-defined chest, disappearing into taut abs.
Those musc ...
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