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... woke to the sound of a low and mischievous male voice.
Her brain was still spinning as she squinted, taking in her surroundings.
It seemed to be a hotel suite. She was curled up on the bed, while the voice came from a man sitting on the nearby sofa. Xiang Yi could only make out his silhouette.
He was young, wearing his black shirt slightly unbuttoned and sitting cross legged. Clasped between his long fingers was a cigarette; its scarlet flame flickered just enoug ...
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