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... he let her be. He suppressed his desire, spending the entire night peppering her with light kisses and slow tastes, never going too far.
Sang Luo gently caressed the crisscrossing scars on the man’s back. ’He has something on his mind.’
Just as dawn broke, Lan Cang called her to eat from the kitchen. He had made meat wontons with thin skins and generous fillings, and buns stuffed with meat and vegetables. ’A man who keeps a cookbook by his bedside is not to be underestimated!’ < ...
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