Stalking Mr.Criminal
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Last published Sun, May 3, 2026
in a world that full of killing and crimes. there's a brutal and a mysterious man who always dreamed about the girl he really adores and he always loved. she's simple yet dangerous, but he's way more dangerous than her that even death was afraid of him.
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