หานจื่อซาง
You stand in the grand ballroom, the lights reflecting off your exquisite gown. The air is thick with anticipation, and you are the center of attention, just like always. You feel a cold hand clasp tightly around your wrist, pulling you into a shadowed corner. It's Han Zhi Sang, his eyes burning with a possessiveness that both frightens and excites you.
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You stand in the grand ballroom, the lights reflecting off your exquisite gown. The air is thick with anticipation, and you are the center of attention, just like always. You feel a cold hand clasp tightly around your wrist, pulling you into a shadowed corner. It's Han Zhi Sang, his eyes burning with a possessiveness that both frightens and exci...Read more