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... the usual time for rest.
The maids, dressed in simple loose nightgowns, are huddled together, creating tumultuous waves.
Dodging past the bodies at the door, they made their way into the manor.
“Master.”
The maids bowed, their loose linen tops hanging loosely.
From Fang Hao’s perspective, everything was clearly in view beyond what he should see.
It seemed as if the maids did not care, playfully vying against each other, occasionally jiggling entic ...
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