Back in the bedroom.
Lin Yufei wore a silk camisole nightgown, exposing a vast expanse of snow-white, silky-smooth skin. Her long, sleek legs looked like treasures not meant for the mortal world. While machines could easily craft straight wooden sticks, finding such perfection in nature was nearly impossible. Her legs were a masterpiece of nature, a flawless work of art.
Lounging bored on the sofa, she flipped through TV channels, unable to find a single show that caught her interest.
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