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Chapter 85: Luca Dawnwick [R18]
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... carefully cultivated seductive expression freezing into genuine shock. The tea cup she held nearly slipped from suddenly trembling fingers as Luca Dawnwick's words registered. Her eyes wide as she gaped at Luca Dawnwick, sprawled in the guest hall's carved chair, his smirk lazy yet predatory.
That vulgar brute? That uncouth oaf who can't even afford proper cultivation pills? Her stomach churned at the thought.
Luca Dawnwick didn't pause his exploration of her body, his large hand ...
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