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... gh the cracks in the spiritual tent, illuminating the battlefield.
And battlefield it was.
Wang Li awoke groggily, surrounded by chaos.
A jade hairpin poked into his thigh. An embroidered veil hung from the ceiling. Someone’s slipper was lodged in the cauldron. And a single bra—whose?—lay draped across the top of his spiritual furnace like a declaration of war.
He sat up too quickly.
Bad idea.
"Agh—my waist..."
Why does it feel like I was t ...
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