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"Do you like it?”

The man asked-now with such a flat face.

Moreau nodded vaguely. She still wanted to look at the artwork of Abihirt's sleight of hand. However, the fact she was still holding something in common at the beginning.

"You haven't answered me yet. Why do you rarely smile?"

She looked up. Moreau had to wait a while for Abihirt to show a demeanor full of boundaries.

"Is your smile too expensive? How much is it worth?" She didn't care. She continued, even though it might be the worst prospect when suddenly Abihirt's body bent down and their lips were so close.

"You keep asking. Want me to tattoo your mouth too?"

Was that a warning?

Moreau didn't fucking know. She was not trying to be influenced. Just wanted to find an answer as long as the silence rumbled around. Perhaps it was because she started too late. There was no preparation to welcome the lips that seemed to want to snatch. Wild. Completely free. In fact, her body w
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