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Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End - Chapter 18: You Aren’t Getting Away From Me
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... the young girl, who had planted one foot between Roel’s thighs, was looking down upon him with the stately air of a ruler, as if everything in the world ought to belong to her. A hint of blush in her cheeks gave off a scent of temptation, making it hard for one to reject her demands.
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The beauty of the saintly angel had already been cloaked by a layer of decadent desire, making Roel feel as if he had already caught a glimpse of the grown-up Nora. In an ins ...
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