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17 His Kiss
"Her room?" Prince Louis repeated my words in a puzzled tone. But soon he understood and let out a deep chuckle from the depths of his throat, pressing his entire body against my shoulder. His hand tightly wrapped around my waist, and the touch of his skin felt like it was on fire, spreading from one point to my entire body in an instant. In this position, I had nowhere to place my hands, so I gripped onto the high-end pure black suit that Prince Louis was wearing. "No, please don't," I bit my lip and, like a dying swan, tried to lift my neck in an attempt to avoid his scorching breath spraying on my neck. "Your Highness, I'm serious. I have seen it, including the black lace nightgown in that wardrobe." I suppressed my voice, deliberately reminding him. "Believe me, Claire, I am just
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