Haunted by His Shadow
The memory hit her without warning. Jiang Yunfei had leaned in suddenly, his face stopping barely a centimeter from her cheek. Then—far too deliberately—he inhaled deeply, as if trying to draw in every trace of femininity clinging to her skin. As if he wanted to steal the softness that belonged to her alone. Disgust surged through her chest like a sudden storm. It was worse than swallowing a fly. Nausea slammed into her throat, nearly making her retch, as if she could vomit out everything inside her—her stomach, her lungs, her very soul. She scrubbed her cheek frantically. Again. And again. Until her skin burned, prickling numb, raw and scorched. All the emotions she had been crushing, burying, and enduring finally shattered. “Ah—!” The cry never even escaped her lips. She stag
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