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This meant that, three days later, the beautiful young female physician would become entirely at his disposal in the Southern Pharmacy.
Thinking of this, Zhu Mao's desire was greatly aroused, and he couldn't help but rub his fingers together as he slowly began to smile.
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The medicinal garden in spring got dark later than in previous days.
In the dimly lit shrine, Lu Tong knelt on a grass mat. Above her, a towering statue of Shennong held a sprig of sacred herb, as he looked down at her, head bowed with a smile.
High up on the stone walls of the shrine, a crescent moon shone through a small window, its silver light cascading onto the floor, casting a chill over the spacious hall.
Lu Tong stretched out her hand and rubbed her stiff knees.
After Zhu Mao had visited during the day, she was taken to the shrine to reflect in solitude.
