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ack, as if walking on silk. At this time, she was still languid, and if he stayed still, she seemed content to remain curled up in his arms.A slight smile curved his lips. He reached out, brushing the..., letting out two muffled sounds, but couldn't utter a coherent word because she was too weak. She wasn't stupid, though. What the man had said to her was enough to untangle the mess in her mind, whi...