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... tly with heat.
Zhao Mingyue, reclining naked upon the edge of her bed, let its glow cast pale light across her oil-slicked body.
Her long silver hair fanned behind her like the tail of a sleeping crane.
Her thighs, smooth and parted, glistened under the soft early morning light that escaped through closed silk curtains.
The lily oil she had rubbed in still clung to her like a fragrant mist.
Finally, her son’s voice emerged from the other side of the jade, ...
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