After listening to the story, she felt as if the blood in her body were flowing freely after her bath.
Supporting herself against the edge of the tub with hands as tender and white as scallions, she stood up, looking a little dazed. "That story was so wonderful, but I’ve been soaking for so long, I’m feeling dizzy."
Her tall, graceful, and curvaceous figure was still dripping with water. He stared blankly at her, his own mouth dripping—though in his case, it was drool.
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