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... ef that you are alive and well."
Zhiran’s trance was broken abruptly by the lazy voice of Elder Yan Yue, who still reclined in the pool, naked, her back against the stone edge, thick thighs veiled beneath the surface. Her butterfly tattoo was faintly visible.
Unfortunately, the rising steam slowly converged around her body, curling like a shy veil to hide her curves from his daring gaze.
"Cough... yes, Elder... I was lucky. To be honest, if not for your protective array, ...
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