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... oaked for an hour.
By the time Wei Zhao returned from next door, it was already very late.
His features were naturally clear and sparse, his hair jet-black like lacquer. Whether from the heat or the nourishing effect of the medicinal bath, a slight flush now colored his once pale face.
He merely had Shunzi escort him to the door, then pushed in, closing it behind him.
The room was warmed by a charcoal fire. The young lady sat in a wooden chair, dozing off, her hea ...
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