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... silk sheets and the pair lying atop them.
Sheng Moxian’s finger slowly traced lazy, almost possessive circles on Hei Long’s chest, her touch feather-light but constant, as if trying to brand her presence into his skin.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked softly, her tone a whisper meant for no one but him.
Hei Long let out a quiet exhale, the corner of his mouth lifting into a subtle, amused smirk.
"Nothing much," he said, eyes half-lidded:
"Just a gu ...
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