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... king out the soft light of the room, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow her whole.
He didn’t undress immediately; instead, he let his gaze linger, a physical weight that made Madam Lin’s skin prickle with heat.
"Gentle?" Tianmo repeated the word as if it were a foreign concept. What does gentle even mean?
He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his breath smelling of mint and cold snow. "Cultivation is not gentle, Madam Lin. The strong devour the weak. The storm u ...
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