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In a shabby dark room, a man was lying on the bed without much movement, and a woman was sitting on top of him like an idol. A piece of cloth was wrapped around her chest, and a white skirt flowed down her legs, showing off her petite torso. Her long curly hair was falling freely on her back, covering up her bare skin from the lustful sights of the others. Her legs were still numb, even so, her mind had regained all her senses. Her small palm was still resting on the man’s naked chest.
She moved her head to peek at the tall frame. The blueish gaze brought a shiver down her spine. The emperor was wearing his usual aloofness. His eyes were hard to read for Louisa. Her brown irises well up, making them shine. They had plotted against her. Was it Dimitrov? Was it Vince? Or someon
