Blackwood Fu turned around.
The fragmented moonlight fell into his eyes, reflecting a soft luster. He bent down slightly, stared at her, and asked in a low voice:
"What's wrong?"
Luna Collins didn't let go.
Sitting up from the bed, the quilt slid to the waist. The pajamas might be too loose, revealing the bare shoulders and the slender and slightly protruding collarbone.
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