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Chapter 68: Hit a Nerve

Autor: MM de Wet
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-04-12 14:00:49
For a long while Anna and Zack sat in the library studying. Zack struggles to focus. He shifts around in his chair and taps the table; he even lightly kicks Anna under the table. “Do not make me punish you tonight. Focus,” Anna says without looking up from her book, a sweet smile on her lips. Zack’s jaw clenches at Anna’s casual threat, the sweet smile on her lips making the punishment sound far more tempting than it should be. The combination of her authoritative tone and innocent expression is
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