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... was as thin as cicada wings, trembling like butterflies in the wind under Lin Xiaosu's fingers.
"Such a heavenly immortal, I truly dare not profane..." Lin Xiaosu murmured softly.
"Do stop pretending, you rascal, uttering reluctance while your fingers venture to places unknown? Hmph..." Saintess Qian Ling softly panted under his touch...
[Three thousand eight hundred words omitted here...]
A gust of wind blew past, scattering the fallen crimson petals everywhere. ...
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