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... and laced with hostility.
Jin Jumo’s thick lashes fluttered lightly, thinking to herself, this time she might have truly angered him...
Clamping down on her lower lip, Jin Jumo lowered her lashes, sensibly choosing not to make another sound.
Rong Mochen took a white towel out of the basin of hot water and wrung it dry, his long, bony hands lean yet powerful.
He spread open one of Jin Jumo’s hands, and when his dark eyes caught sight of the scars on her palm, they ...
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