In the darkness, warm breath mingled with the scent of dragon incense washed over her. Shen Heting’s low, deep voice sounded: "Don't move."
Though she could not see, her senses of smell, hearing, and touch seemed heightened. The person standing before her seemed so close that she could almost hear the rapid thumping of his heart within his chest.
"That's not how it is." With his warm breath grazing her ear, Wen Shiqing instinctively took a step back.
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