"Brother Duan."
Gazing at the purple-robed young man in her thoughts and dreams, Tianwu felt a flush naturally rise on her pretty face, as if blood could drip from it.
Right now, her peerlessly beautiful face, capable of toppling empires, revealed a trace of shyness. She looked deeply moving, sparking an impulse in anyone to hold her in their arms and cherish her thoroughly.
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