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as soft as a mosquito's whine, but she didn't look at him. Her slender white hand twisted nervously at her waist, appearing fragile yet conveying a sense of her small but firm resolve.Rong Ling raise....Wherever his gaze fell, her skin would burn. She couldn't stand being naked and lying there while he stared at her with such intensity. It made her feel humiliated, degraded, almost worse than a pros...