⠀ For being as annoyed as he supposedly was, Yingxing didn't seem to get the hint Jing Yuan had been so quietly screaming, 'please let me go back to sleep.' “ Más que golpearme la cabeza, alguien me estaba agarrando del pescuezo antes. Esa clase de agresión debe ser considerada alguna clase de »

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atentado, seguro.” A deep sigh was then freed to the air. Because of course. As stubborn as he was, the craftsman wouldn't stop until he had his answers. “ Uhh...no recuerdo. ¿Hace unos... día...sema...meses, quizá...?” He was done for wasn't he.

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⠀ A hand traveled up to his own hair, tapping it a few times before realizing it was just a metaphor. Yingxing was to blame, Jing Yuan had woken up, but his brain was a slower process. “ ¡Hah! Algo me dice que aparecerías fuera donde fuera que apoyase la cabeza con tal de mandonear. Debes »

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aburrirte mucho, o echarme de menos otro tanto. No sé cuál me halaga más.” Amber eyes followed azure ones, catching the unknown interest in his weapon. He gazed back, a silent 'what about it?' question.

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