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He was tidying up slowly all by himself. None of his former junior brothers and sisters who used to follow him came.,But now there is a rift between him and Zhao Fuyun.,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.。