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It wasn't long before she arrived in front of Fang Yang, a faint orchid fragrance emanating from her.
Refreshing to the heart.
However, at this moment, she was lightly biting her red lips, devoid of her earlier seductiveness.
She was hesitant, unsure whether to speak.
The next second, Fang Yang's broad arms wrapped directly around her waist, and he forcefully pulled her in.
Their skin touched.
The light droplets fell, pattering softly.
Huang Fuling was startled at first, not having recovered when she saw a pair of deep eyes, smiling yet not smiling.
"Protector Huang, would you like to say something?"
Huang Fuling's heart trembled, feeling a thread of indifference from the Demon Lord.
This indifference was exactly the same as what she felt the first time she climbed into the Demon Lord's bed.
Although subtle and calm, it was as if it rebuffed her from a thousand miles away.
