An Xiaoni’s body went rigid, too stunned even to scream.
The masked man’s face leaned in rapidly, and his warm lips pressed fiercely against hers.
The moment their lips touched, An Xiaoni’s heart began to race. A sense of familiarity, like an electric current, surged through her entire body. The unique texture of his touch and the masculine scent of pheromones he exuded felt deeply familiar.
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