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... ush, make it more ferocious,"
the low, rich voice brushed past her ear, carrying a hint of laughter.
Ye Jiuliang glared angrily at the large hand encircling her wrist, but what really set her off was that term "little wolf cub."
"Let go."
"No."
If it wasn’t for the fear that fighting would reveal her identity as the "Masked Youth," she would have resorted to fists instead of words long ago.
She touched her forehead, rarely playing the fragile card, ...
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