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'Why her again? Could this woman be following me all the time?' Li Chengyi watched her, feeling a vague sense of unease in his heart.
It wasn't fear, exactly. Nor was it discomfort, but rather a strange sensation.
Zhuang Yijing looked at him softly from a distance. The night's autumn breeze was already turning chilly, lifting the hem of her skirt slightly.
With her good looks and graceful demeanor, coupled with an air of scholarly elegance and her long hair fluttering gently, it should have been a beautiful picture.
But combined with the inexplicable evil thoughts he had just sensed, Li Chengyi felt a strong sense of contrast at this moment.
'Interesting.'
He pondered how to dispel these malicious thoughts. Zhuang Yijing, able to suppress her inner desires without any outward show, was unquestionably one of the strongest-willed people he had ever encountered.
Such a strong character was the most suitable to be used as fertilizer!
