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"I don't need your fake kindness, get lost!" Titus Zane slapped away Nathan Moore's hand, and once again roared, in this lifetime, his rudest side was all displayed in front of Nathan Moore; it was him who forced this.
"Fake?" Nathan Moore asked indifferently, looking down at the hand that Titus Zane had slapped away, "Actually, I also feel it's quite fake,"
Nathan Moore looked casually at his neatly trimmed nails and even exaggeratedly blew on them, as if they were tainted by something dirty.
While talking, he looked up again, his handsome face approaching rapidly, his clearly defined fingers once again clamped down on Titus Zane's chin, leaving her no room to escape.
His thin lips slightly pursed, his teeth tightly clenched.
"Titus Zane, do I really have to be sincere to a malicious woman like you?"
