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Ye Wei smiled and gently ran her fingers over Mo Jue's face as she somewhat teased and mocked him. "How rare is it that our dear gorgeous is much more honest this time."

Mo Jue looked down at the woman in his embrace and coldly laughed. "I am not utterly fake like you!"

Ever since they knew each other, save their first battle where he saw her actual character, the Ye Wei he saw always wore a gorgeous mask. Ye Wei's laughter was sometimes hearty and yet sometimes plain, and she had not changed much.

She was sometimes seductive, sometimes innocent, sometimes domineering, and sometimes gentle. They might all be a performance, and he rarely saw her actual self in her eyes. He, however… Mo Jue was extremely unwilling and indignant, but he suppressed his stifled feelings because he knew that whoever amongst them was real was toast.