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... aster had disappeared, unable to help himself from recalling the scene that had just passed.
Eyes like rippling autumn waters cause my heart to flutter, and peach-blossom cheeks bring a blush I cannot resist.
Her ice-smooth, jade-bone beauty intoxicates with a hint of crimson, her sweet breath confuses me, and my eyes grow hazy.
He began to understand what the attraction of a beauty entailed, but to label Young Master with the term 'beauty' still seemed improper, inapprop ...
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