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Chapter 132 - A Tremble That Flees At The Devoted Beat Of Your Heart
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The steady rhythm of Qatrand’s chest rising and falling, as fingers continued with gentle strokes through Elua’s hair, both pushed away and eroded millennia of doubt. For minutes, the ancient cultivator allowed herself to simply exist in the warmth of her beloved husband-wife’s arms. It was so comfortable and relaxing that she didn’t bother to fight away any of her idle thoughts.
’It’s fine to think of *things*, as long as I don’t actually do them~’
Each soft scratch of ...
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