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... drink more."
Qing Yuan complained dissatisfiedly, with her slightly flushed cheeks close at hand, clear enough to see the tiny pores on her smooth, jade-like skin.
"You can’t drink anymore, just go to sleep."
Mu Fan subconsciously held his breath, cleaned up the clutter on the bed, and extinguished the lamp and candle.
"No, I want to drink more..."
Qing Yuan’s dissatisfied complaint quickly faded.
Soft moonlight seeped through the cracks in the win ...
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