Qin Xiao involuntarily slowed his pace. His eyes met Curaçao's, and after a brief few seconds of eye contact, the corners of his lips curved upward, forming an intriguing smile.
[Curaçao is already terrified by my appearance. If I'm not mistaken, she must be cursing Chianti nonstop in her mind right now, and using some pretty harsh words.]
This smile of his was far from ordinary; it seemed to conceal countless unspoken words and profound meaning.
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