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... rp question…We haven’t seen each other for two days.

Don’t you miss me?”

Cynthia bent down and gently pulled open the collar of her leather armor.

The excess fat actually drooped into the shape of a papaya, and the curvature was actually damn beautiful.

Shaya sighed and remained unmoved.

Instead, she quickly kicked the cane on the ground, just in time to avoid Cynthia’s sneaky hand.

“Don’t think about these things for now.

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