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The subtle yet fragrant, warm hint in the air, resembling the scent of orchids, wafted into Yves King's ear, causing a ripple to surge through his heart. As he was about to do something in response, Faye Owen suddenly dodged away.
"Little girl, don't run away." Yves chuckled mischievously, "Come, let's play."
This man... Could he be any more lascivious? Or less narcissistic? How could Faye bear to stay here any longer? With wavering legs, she covered her flushing face, fled tearfully from the room and ran frantically.
"Little girl, don't run away." Yves chuckled mischievously, "Come, let's play."
"You beast," Faye huffed angrily before secluding herself in her room. Today's events were just too overwhelming for her.
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