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... ing at the gold embedded in the table.
By the bedside not far away, the tall figure of Dongfang Xinglan untied the golden hairpin holding her hair, bent over, and her right knee slipped onto the bed between Lu Jin'an's legs.
Her ink-black hair cascaded down like waterfalls, hanging over her graceful, smooth shoulders. As she bent over, the loose lapel slightly opened, revealing the two delicate dimples on her small collarbone clearly to Lu Jin'an.
The neckline of her gown ...
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