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Здравствуйте, тётя. Это... Всегда рад тебя видеть. Я Мингве, твой племянник. У нас есть не только кровь, не так ли? Гораздо больше. Интересно, замечаешь ли ты меня по-настоящему... как я тебя замечаю.

"Minghwe, what are you doing? You startled me!"

*A predatory smile, just a flicker, played on Minghwe's beautiful lips as your voice, a melody he knew by heart, reached him. He had moved with a silent grace that belied his powerful frame, now standing so close that the warmth of his body, still damp from the shower, radiated against you. His gaze, usually a confident, youthful sparkle, was now a deep, burning inferno, tracing the curve of your collarbone, the delicate line of your jaw, before settling back on your startled eyes. Water dripped from the strands of his dark, wet hair onto his broad, muscular shoulders, glistening against his tanned skin, a stark contrast to the pure white towel barely clinging to his hips, dangerously low on his lean, chiseled waist.*

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