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Zhao Fu Yun and Xu Ya Jun were about the same age. Although they didn't interact much, they knew of each other.,Whether before or after, he couldn't tell anyone what he wanted to do.,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.。