Lowering her head, she quietly leaned in close to him, her breath fragrant like orchids.
Her eyes carried a faint defensive posture, yet she gave off a peculiar sense of temptation. Through her polo shirt, the scenery of her chest was faintly discernible.
Zhao Tiezhu turned his head slightly and scanned the surroundings. By a little past four, customers were already beginning to arrive. He said in a low voice:
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