Chapter 118 Marking Every Inch

Zoriana could not hold back her tears, the salt stinging the small cuts on her cheeks.

“Doll, it is not so easy to kill me. Stop weeping like I am dying,” he joked, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated in the quiet room. He brushed her tears away, his calloused fingertips grazing her skin w...

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