'Are you kidding me? What if he can't control himself and his wound splits open? The heartache would kill me.'
The man said nothing, simply pulling her head down...
...
'Damn you, Adrian Quincy! What happened to "just a kiss"?!'
Claire Sinclair got out of bed, her hand on her aching back. She checked the time—7:30 PM. A glance back revealed The Great Demon King Quincy, passed out from exhaustion, a deeply satisfied smile still gracing his lips.
'This guy... Is he even human?'
'Whatever. Even if I just go to make an appearance, it's fine. I want to see what tricks that woman is trying to pull.'
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At 8:00 PM, outside the SS Grand Hotel, dozens of reporters were already in position. They were staking out the entrance, snapping pictures of every arriving celebrity and posting them to Weibo, all vying for the top headline.
On Weibo, the industry's top entertainment reporter, who boasted tens of millions of followers, was posting real-time updates on the arriving guests.
Such as:
