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... ring—warm, comfortable, and oddly refreshing.
About half an incense stick of time later, Jacob finally withdrew his palms.
A thin trickle of blood slid down from the side of the mouth.
His breath came in heavy gasps, his face pale and his body weak with exhaustion.
The boss’s foundation is a bit hollow, Jacob muttered inwardly.
Alex, who had been tense all this time, suddenly felt a surge of ease spreading across his body.
His sore waist was no lon ...
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