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nTranslator: Paperplane

nLiu Rushuang instantly felt her whole body relax.

nTo her surprise, this man’s inner breath was also unique and just about as profound as hers!

nNo matter what, she had to think of a way to kill him!

nA dark glow flashed across her eyes.

nHan Moze carefully scanned Liu Rushuang’s body.

nAll he saw was Liu Rushuang’s perfect chin raise slightly. Her fine collarbone was exposed and there were two strands of black hair which fell upon her snowy, fair skin. She wore an expression of confidence upon her beautiful face.

nHan Moze smirked at the thought of just how much he wanted to bite her.

nBut sensing the faint bloodthirsty air over Liu Rushuang, he coldly snorted, “You want to kill me? Fat chance!”

nLiu Rushuang slightly turned her head to the side, as a stunned look appeared in her eyes. How did he know that she wanted to kill him?

nHan Moze put on a fake smile. “Don’t underestimate my ability to read people.”

nLiu Rushuang couldn’t help but sneer. “A truly arrogant man.”

nBut with her current strength, she really couldn’t kill him!

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nLiu Rushuang felt like her body was ready to move again. “I’ve already given myself to someone and yet you still want me to be with you?” She asked flatly.

nHan Moze’s whole body abruptly shuddered. To his surprise, he felt a slight ache in his heart. “Since you aren’t pure of body, of course I don’t want you,” he said through gritted teeth.

nA hint of a smile appeared on Liu Rushuang’s face. “What a real noble man!” She exclaimed in a pleasantly clear voice.

nHan Moze gritted his teeth and transferred even more cold air through both his palms.

nLiu Rushuang looked mildly astonished. “Why haven’t you stopped?” She asked with furrowed brows.

nHan Moze stared at Liu Rushuang. “I don’t want to stop!” He exclaimed coldly.

nHe felt heartbroken when he saw the pained expression on her face.

nHow strange! Liu Rushuang twitched the corner of her lips. What’s the meaning of this?

nIt looks like this man wasn’t so bad after all!

nThen, with a flat voice, she cried, “I’ll use other ways to repay you.”

nHan Moze’s gaze was as cold as ice. “No need,” he said coldly.

nHe must have been indebted to this woman in his past life!

nLiu Rushuang smiled without uttering a peep.

nAfter roughly an hour later, Liu Rushuang suddenly turned and flew out of the bath tub.

nThen, she instantly shifted in front of Qing’Er, carried her with one hand, and disappeared.

nIt all happened in an instant. Han Moxi’s sleepy eyes immediately shot wide open. That happened all too… too quickly!

nHan Moze withdrew his hands and grabbed the token that Liu Rushuang threw at him. He glanced down and smirked. “So, she’s from the Blood Feast!”

nHan Moxi stared in the direction Liu Rushuang escaped, tutted and sighed. “You mustn’t offend people of the Blood Feast! I fear there isn’t a person who their assassins can’t kill!”

nHan Moze looked at Han Moxi like he was stupid. Did you even need to bother saying that?

nHan Moxi thought about what just happened and asked, “Royal brother, that woman clearly was messing with you. Why did you still help her?”

nHan Moxi let out a helpless sigh and answered in an emotionless voice. “Although I’ve never seen that woman, I feel like we’ve known each other for a long time. Don’t you think that’s strange?”

nHan Moxi reached his hand out to touch Han Moze’s forehead. He blinked and said in confusion, “You don’t have a fever!”

nRows upon rows of black lines slipped from Han Moze’s temples.

nHan Moxi smiled uncomfortably. “Royal brother, I bet it was something you dreamt up!”

nHan Moze gave off a look as if to say ‘you’re really clever’, then patted Han Moxi’s arm and walked out the door.

nHan Moze knew full and well that he never dreamt about Liu Rushuang before. Then, what was the reason for it?

nHan Moxi cheerfully caught up to him. It looks like he guessed correctly!

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