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... flash, another half month had passed.
Song Yan lay comfortably in his bedding, his junior sister An Li in his arms as soft as a pillow, with her being pressed, hugged, or nestled against him, each having its own pleasant charm.
Perhaps due to her frequent dealings with the Profound Flower Spirit Grass, her unkempt long hair still carried a natural floral fragrance.
Song Yan breathed in this floral fragrance, feeling relaxed and at ease.
During this period, he took ...
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