Grayson Ying reached out to touch the Yue girl's face.
The Vietnamese girl trembled as if she wanted to escape, but in the end she did not move.
"Such a beautiful face doesn't look good when angry."
Grayson Ying stroked the Yue girl's face. His hand felt smooth and cool to the touch. The more he touched, the more he wanted to touch it.
The hatred in the Yue girl's eyes was as vast as the sea and her anger as fierce as fire.
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