Seducing Tushan Hou?
Xiaoyao’s face burned like the rosy clouds on the horizon. Lowering her head, she pulled Xiangliu over to the table and sat him down, saying, "I made something to eat. Have a taste."
On the table sat two delicate white porcelain bowls. Xiangliu opened the lid to find sweet fermented rice soup with glutinous rice balls.
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