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... from the Shenxiao Temple.
Zhao Fujin leaned against a wall, her face flushed, her heart pounding like a drum at dusk, and she subconsciously touched her fragrant lips with her fingers.
Did I... did I just kiss someone?
And it was a... eunuch.
My first kiss.
Zhao Fujin’s thoughts were in disarray, but there wasn’t any strong sense of rejection in her heart; she only kept thinking, if only he weren’t a eunuch.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."
She felt ...
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