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... heavy with a scent that was part incense, part lust, and part the musky aftermath of conquest. The sunlight filtering through the lattice windows did little to dispel the intimate, twisted dynamic that had settled over the room like a fog.
Sect Mistress Lianhua sat perched on Wang Jian’s lap, her back pressed flush against his chest. She was no longer the regal, robed figure of authority who had commanded thousands.
She was wearing her new "uniform," a scandalous, shimmering two ...
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