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... there?” Zhang Qian pulled on her bathrobe, adjusting the fishnet stockings to cover the tears from their “battle.”
“Room service,” Lu Liang chuckled, gently moving her legs aside as he went to open the door.
It was the late-night snack he’d ordered. After drinking and then another round of exertion, he was feeling hungry.
The server was discreet, keeping his gaze lowered as he wheeled the cart in without glancing around.
A steaming pot of seafood congee along with ...
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