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... ter’s wooden hairpin, and the more he thought, the more he fantasized.
He thought about how the wooden hairpin held up his second senior sister’s hair. Did that mean… if she were to use her wooden sword, her black hair would flow down and dance with the wind?
As he thought about it, a vivid image started to form in his mind.
Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei didn’t spend much time in the bamboo forest. After saying their goodbyes to the second senior sister, they headed back to the smal ...
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