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1.1| A drop of Blood.
It was too late to pretend. Nyra stood up slowly, revealing a signature customer service smile. However, her heart was already beating fast and her eyes wouldn't leave his face. It was precisely because of that effect he had on her that Nyra found it so hard to deal with him. She wanted to stay away but couldn't. During her twenty-five years of living, Nyra never had trouble with males. That was because she rarely had to interact with them. Suddenly, being in this situation brought along clumsy attempts and failures. Nyra was still trying hard (and failing) to look away. Seeing this, Darcy was inexplicably happy. "I'd like a rose and a bunch of that flower." Nyra was in a daze upon seeing Darcy after four days. Even though she had decided to keep a distance from him, she was still
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