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Yan Mo's first sentence trampled on Suo Lun's bottom line.
And while he spoke, his gaze unabashedly coveted, lingering over Princess Zhi Yan's face and figure.
Suo Lun felt a surge of anger, but his eyes remained ice-cold and calm.
As for Zhi Yan, her otherworldly beauty was serene, as if the conversation concerned someone else entirely.
Yan Mo, of course, didn't truly hope to taste Zhi Yan's charms—he merely sought to provoke Suo Lun into losing his reason.
Suo Lun forced himself to calm down immediately, sitting cross-legged opposite Yan Mo, staring at his half-brother.
This face, seventy percent similar to his own, was still incredibly handsome and determined, yet the gaze was wild and unrestrained. Clad in the most luxurious robes, yet his chest was bare, his bronze skin tough as rock.
Even seated, he was half a head taller than Suo Lun, exuding a sharp, oppressive aura.
