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One poured wine, the other offered fruit. A faint fragrance lingered at their noses. They wore thin, sheer garments, revealing skin as smooth as jade. Snowy elbows peeked out from beneath their clothes, gently brushing his arms and back, leaving a cool, slippery touch.,In Zhao Fuyun's understanding, Xu YaJun was a self-assured and arrogant person. If someone else performed, she would never be content to play second fiddle.,Once, when Zhao Fuyun read biographies or historical records, he often lamented that murderous intent often lurked in moments of self-indulgence and enjoyment, more so after drinking parties.。