Tristan Hua's eyes were straightened, and the fan was neatly closed in a daze.
The man behind the fan, the two moonlight brocade ribbons behind the scholar's square hat fluttering in the night wind, quite mysterious. His face wasn't very good either, but his eyes were full of energy. Who else could he be if he didn't look like Dominic Han who was in a coffin?
Tristan Hua's face changed drastically, his bloodshot eyes widened. He wanted to scream but couldn't, and his mouth was open in surprise.
Dominic Han didn't hesitate. He slowly lifted Tristan Hua's chin up and closed his mouth. Tristan Hua was still in a state of dementia. Dominic Han lost his patience and immediately slapped Tristan Hua's cheek, not hard but definitely not light.
"Pa" a red mark.
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