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Edited by Psycho S.
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Riley sat on the armchair of his dormitory room lazily, "This lord is not the original Riley, you understand, right~?"
Able to see the same scene as Riley, Victor massaged a remedy for the scar across Riley's bare chest while begging for forgiveness pitifully, "I understand, I was wrong for hitting you."
If someone saw the notorious gang lord behaving like a wronged husband to his wife, they would definitely cough up a river of blood. Riley's eyes carried a sharp look. Those were not eyes that belonged to a weak youth. This dark prince was able to drive saints to madness and kings to their knees.
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|"Hubby, I've decided on the colors of my beddings. I think royale dark green beddings with gold stitching are good."|
