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Despite the late hour, Ji Baijian had yet to sleep.
He was in the habit of sitting at the head of the bed, leaving a dim lamp on while reading a particularly ancient book.
When he saw Song Zhizhi return, he looked up, "Madam."
Song Zhizhi naturally walked over and nestled into Ji Baijian’s embrace.
Ji Baijian put aside his book and held her in his arms.
"Tired?" he asked.
"I’m tired."
"Let me massage you."
Song Zhizhi loo ...
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