The Master and the Bodyguard 007


A rain was lightly drizzling down, but Mo Jing Yu was not in much of a mood to look at how discomposed the person was kneeling underneath his foot, and only finely appraised the tea that had just been served, pondered, and thought that the aftertaste was not sweet enough, and that the hindrance that was by his leg was bothering his heart[1].

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