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... women's eyes shine.

  Some teenagers couldn't help but follow suit, and instantly turned into little fans of the cavalry battalion.

   "Hey, is this over?" Chu Bo was the youngest, and he was the most engrossed in watching. Seeing the thirty cavalry retreating, he was still a little bit unsatisfied.

  Ye Muyu peeled the peanuts in his hands, shook his head, with a smile in his eyes: "Where, this is just the beginning."

"Hey, really, look, more cavalry have entered the ...

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Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

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“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

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