"Um..... well, I have someone I'm meeting, so I should probably get going first......"
Changmingsuo snuggled in Min Moyou's arms for a little while, relishing that feeling he gave her of being a living, breathing person, before resolutely getting to her feet. She tidied her slightly ruffled clothes and skirt, and bade farewell to Min Moyou.
Min Moyou naturally knew who Changmingsuo was going to see at this hour—Tong and some doltish Daoist priest. Naturally, he didn't misunderstand her words.
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