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“Do you know what people call you?”
“What is it?”
“Polite, tr*sh.”
A strictly well-cut smile appeared.
Wearing a black suit like armor, he was like a giant castle surrounded by a fortress of iron. She took a step closer to such a man, wrapped a hand around his glossy tie, and yanked it without hesitation. His lips curled and he lowered his eyes, his dark gaze overwhelming his opponent.
“If that’s so, throw it away when you want to. I’ll gladly be the gum you chew and spit out.”
He grabbed her small chin and pushed his hot tongue into her open lips. Hidden beneath a civilized expression that seemed austere, there was a raging desire. Stimulating him was a mistake.
“This is the first time I’ve felt aroused from being called tr*sh.”
“How is it? Can you chew well?”
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- Chapter 1.1 - Dry Monsoon
- Chapter 1.2 - Dry Monsoon
- Chapter 1.3 - Dry Monsoon
- Chapter 1.4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11.1
- Chapter 11.2
- Chapter 12.1
- Chapter 12.2
- Chapter 13.1
- Chapter 13.2
- Chapter 14.1
- Chapter 14.2
- Chapter 15.1
- Chapter 15.2
- Chapter 16.1
- Chapter 16.2
- Chapter 17.1
- Chapter 17.2
- Chapter 18.1
- Chapter 18.2
- Chapter 19.1
- Chapter 19.2
- Chapter 20.1
- Chapter 20.2