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... lowered his head, and looked at her flushed face. "Why, why would it be me?"
Why, when your heart holds a cherished love, are you my Demon King?
Si Mingjing held her head high. "It’s nothing. I’m just drunk and talking nonsense."
Mo Yinhe didn’t believe her. His hands pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her head and meet his gaze.
"Mingjing, tell me, why, why would it be me?"
Si Mingjing’s eyes darted away.
Mo Yinhe applied slight pressure with ...
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