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... as calling to ask her—what were her intentions?
Xu Si held the corded receiver, draped a blanket over her long legs, her right palm resting on the desk surface, fingers unconsciously tapping out a faint rhythm, appearing somewhat composed.
She leisurely explained, "He said some trash to me, which I didn’t appreciate."
"Hmm, then he deserves a lesson." The voice on the other end of the line was magnetic, its tone teasing the night rain, laced with a hint of indulgence.
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