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... king finally passed, all moans and whimpers buried beneath the clouds. The southern weather remained drizzly, and in the middle of the night, raindrops began pattering against the window again.
After confirming the person in his arms wouldn't wake, Bo Jingmo stopped his massaging motions. He sat silently in the darkness for a long moment before slowly rising from bed, carefully lifting the blanket to step out and open the bedroom door.
Yet he didn't go far—just sat quietly on the ...
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