When Tara looked at the uninvited guest outside the door, the first reaction was to close the door and hide.
Muluun was quicker than her. He raised his hand against the door panel and pulled it into the house sideways.
Immediately after the man closed the door, the whole set of movements was flowing, and he was not in a hurry. Look at his demeanor, as if he is not a nightingale, but is in a six-star hotel.
The dim warm yellow light was caged on the two people. They were huddled in the entrance, breathing together, and the distance was close enough to allow Tara to clear the **** on his chin.
Mu Hulun came from the snow with a smoky frosty smell.
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