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... faces to close a bit so that they were looking face to face and their breathing mutually perceptible.
Her breath blew on his face just like the willow trees of March and the peach blossoms of May.
He was like an ordinary scholar that had been enchanted by a fox spirit, incapable of caring about other things, taken by the heavy desire that surged in his heart and sprouted forth.
“Jiao Er…..” He asked for the very last time. “Can I?”
Can I love you? Can you let me love you ...
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