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Qiao Shwen suddenly reached out and grabbed Concubine Zhu's slender wrist. The force was without warning, and with irresistible arrogance, it dragged her away from the crowd and slammed her against the cold wall. "Uh!" Concubine Zhu hit the wall with her back and let out a short muffled groan. She was forced to cling to the wall, her face exposed under the brim of her hat tensed instantly, and her cold white complexion added to the chill. Those cold eyes lifted up and stared directly at Qiao Shwen's face. There was no panic, only sharp scrutiny and displeasure at being disturbed. Joshwen ignored her eyes and moved closer, trapping her firmly between himself and the wall. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were hot and pleading with a hint of embarrassment, his voice was extremely low, but the words were clear, with a desperate trembling: "Concubine Zhu Dai... Can you... Like me a little bit? Just a little bit... Ok?"