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Chapter 51: "You Smell Like Another Man"

作者: Aria Starweaver
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-25 20:22:05
~Ioana~

He held the nightwear in his grasp.

The cloth that caressed my skin like a lover's kiss, washing over my body like the gentle shore waters last night, now balled in his fist like an enemy’s war flag.

His nostrils flared, breathing in.

My heart thudded—exhaling.

He lowered his face. Slow. Deliberate. Molten pools of gold never leaving mine… then he inhaled.

My cheeks flushed in shame. He's smelling my nightwear. Heat flared up, shooting straight down—my thighs clenched where I stood. There was something too personal about it, something that affected me in more ways than it should.

Then he spat: "You smell like another man."

It didn't come immediately, but once it did, I staggered backwards. The hail arrived—ice after ice slamming into me, chilling me to my core.

'No… I have no idea what you're talking about,' I shook my head, trying to deny.

He stood up. Like a panther patrolling its territory, he stalked up to me. Green veins bulged on his arm from the force
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