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... n crested the willows, the Oiran was almost smoking from her throat, trembling and tottering from the bed.
She moved cautiously, one step at a time.
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Song Huaxu watched her with a cold gaze.
The Oiran was immediately so frightened that she clutched her chest like Xishi, her pale little face using a finger to point at her own throat, indicating she was very thirsty, and her throat hurt a lot.
Then she pointed at the teacup and teapot on the table.
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