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... ined the prim woman before him who not long ago had pressed him under her command with music and painting, noting the meticulousness of the movements of her hands.
Her hands were truly white, especially when placed beside the white porcelain teaware.
He raised his eyebrows slightly.
But holding the ruler to hit this young master really did hurt.
Thinking of this, the next second, Zhao Rong’s hands, which were behind his back, suddenly reached forward, seizing the ...
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