Jiang Runyue slowly parted her palms, holding them upward as she cradled the one-inch chaotic thunder prison in the empty space above them.
Her breathing was slightly rapid, and her exquisitely beautiful face was covered in a fine layer of sweat that rolled down her cool, slender jawline.
Her clothes clung tightly to her delicately proportioned figure, the soaked patches clearly visible.
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