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Their bodies, clothed, stuck together, with the heavy outer garments being dried in the cave hall, the inner clothing might as well be nonexistent.
Mu Yan embraced Zhan Lan’s soft fragrant body, lifting with one hand, and Zhan Lan found herself completely seated on his lap.
Zhan Lan tried to stand up, but Mu Yan pressed down on her leg, "Don’t move."
Sitting on his lap, Zhan Lan suddenly recalled last night’s spring dream; their current position provoked a cascade of ...
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