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"Fu Yanye, after tonight, let's never meet again, okay?"
Zhuo Jian threw her shirt onto the ground.
The black camisole couldn't hide her smoothly contoured, thin shoulders, nor could it conceal her skin that drove people insane.
Fu Yanye stared straight at her, watching her pretty little hands gripping the two corners of her silk camisole.
Yet, in such a seductive scene, the heroine was icy cold.
There wasn't a hint of desire in her eyes.
Her eyes didn't even take in the man before her.
She just undressed, removing one piece of clothing after another.
Her face was red, so were her ears, and all her skin was flushed pink through the white.
But all these combined spelled one word, "cold."
Her long hair fell over her shoulders, covering her beautiful shoulders and collarbones but not blocking his determination to have her.
He strode forward, his gaze proudly fixed on her as he commanded, "Walk to the bedroom yourself."
