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... my head to deny: "No, it's not Madam's, this pack of silver is--"
"Whose?"
"... Yes, slavery." When I said this, my face was flushed with red sweat, and my palms were sweating coldly, and the hand he held on my wrist slowly released.
"Oh--"
He raised his eyebrows, and when he looked at me, he not only looked as usual and domineering, but also a little bit of contempt. When he was looked at with such eyes, I also felt that his dignity became his feet. Mud, a trace of ...
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