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aressed her cheek.A shiver of inexplicable warmth, definitely fear.Atmosphere, ambiguous.He carried a faint scent of magnolia, an unknown perfume that held a subtle coolness. It suited him well, ling...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."ll you, the other day I received a tip, that there's a pair of terrorists in Slovakia who claim that the United States is secretly supplying weapons to their enemy country, planning to annex Slovakia...