Jing'er felt her cool, delicate body warming as if winter snow were melting away—a sweet, irresistible thaw, like the scorching, radiant sun breaking through the chill of winter to seep into the very depths of her soul.
She let out another soft hum, her ample, imperial bosom rising and falling like the surging tides of the sea at the turn of winter into spring.
Her long, autumn-mist eyes were veiled in a haze of innate seduction. The fervor she bloomed with, solely for Zhao Wujiang, rendered her breathtakingly enchanting in this moment, enough to turn the world upside down.
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