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... couldn’t help but shiver that low voice, which seemed imbued with the mask of the night.
The string of her tunic was tugged, the softly unraveling sound echoed loudly in the quiet barrack tent.
“W-Wait…”
Aristine unwittingly grabbed Tarkan’s hand.
Tarkan’s eyes turned to her with slight grievance. The look in his eyes was like a beast whose mealtime had been disrupted.
However, he tried to soften his gaze and looked at her like a gentle beast that had been ...
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