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... hen Mo Xiuchen arrived, Mo Zixuan had already reached the designated room.
Upon entering, he just glanced at him nonchalantly, then averted his gaze without standing up.
Mo Xiuchen’s gaze swept over his coat tossed aside. He sat languidly in the sofa, between the fingers of his left hand, a cigarette, which he had just taken a few puffs from.
The drifting smoke veiled his face. His eyes were obscured by a smoky haze.
Mo Xiuchen walked over and sat down in the sofa ...
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