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... how to respond, she chose to close her eyes, silently hoping that Chen Mo would take the hint, let go of her, and quietly leave.
However, Chen Mo was clearly not someone who took hints.
Gazing at the woman in his arms, he tightened his grip around Queen Medusa's slender, serpentine waist. His eyes drifted to her delicate, porcelain forehead.
She's still asleep.
A kiss on the forehead... that shouldn't get me killed, right?
Yeah... I'll be fine.
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