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... hed over Feng Xiaoyu as Wang Jian's voice, a low, sensual whisper, brushed against her ear. His command was outrageous, a test of her humiliation and desperation.
"Kiss me," he murmured, his voice dripping with a dark amusement. "A proper kiss, mind you. In front of your little friend. Make it convincing, and make sure those… assets of yours press themselves firmly against me."
Feng Xiaoyu's face flamed crimson. This wasn't a mere display of dominance, it was a deliberate public ...
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