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... "Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, let's have a piano. Dance too."
"Okay, Mr. Lin. Then sit down for a while." The young girl bowed and went out.
He looked at the futons on the tatami. He didn't even have a Taishi chair. How could he sit?
Let's do as the locals do.
Sitting cross-legged on the futon, he was about to study the incense burner in front of him when the door opened again.
The young girl just now led a girl in. She was wearing a cloud-smoke shirt ...
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