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Edited by Psycho S.
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Spending longer than he had to go out in the open was the last thing Xuan Mu wanted to do so he hurriedly rushed home to his love as soon as he was done with his business.
Switching on the light to their bedroom, his hands then stretched over the warm bedsheets to hold hers like an infant in search of a comforting toy.
Her cold hand chilled his skin, stinging at his core. He transmitted heat from his deeper self. Combusting his darkness, for her, he created wings of flame, to let her fly once more.
It would be rude to call her hands 'bony'. Instead, they were lithe. Yes. Lithe. She said her nails were the only thing about her body that could be quickly fixed once they got out of shape.
