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The bed beneath her was a sea of clouds woven from phoenix silk, soft enough to cradle immortals, yet now it bore the weight of mortal sin.
Her embarrassment clung to her like dew upon petals at dawn, damp with the shame of release and the scent of unspoken desire.
She dared not meet Zhao Fan's gaze, for his eyes saw through layers, of cloth, of pride, of soul, and stripped her bare with mere presence alone.
Zhao did not pounce like a beast, nor swoop ...
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Chapter 198 (END)
