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Isabella blinked several times as she tried to understand what Alaric had just said. She could not figure out the direction of Alaric's recent question at all.
Maybe because the window in the room was wide open, the moonlight acted as an unpaid actor that entered through the window gap to provide lighting effects, making the two of them seem like they were on a drama stage, exchanging scripts and emotional acting.
However, Alaric did not have that much patience to wait for Isabella with an edge network connection to respond.
The man sighed and rubbed his face with frustration. It was clear that his face had turned red, almost like the color of a cooked crab shell. Not only that, Alaric also felt suddenly hot all over his body.
"You—" Alaric paused, struggling to find the
