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... w that the inside of the carriage was very dim.
It seemed like the sky had already darkened.
A man was pressing upon her.
He carried a familiar scent, but he was neither Zhi Chen, nor Shujun, nor Shu Yu, nor Haoming, but Little Wu, Liang Yuening.
He slipped into her covers, his body warm, and perhaps because it was late at night, she felt a chill throughout her body.
"My wife..." Yue Ning whispered her name, as if afraid of being overheard by people outsid ...
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