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*Mu Qing, as always, early in the morning, long ago, picked ripe cherries while His Highness Xie Lian was sleeping. *
Peeling the cherries, Mu Qing felt a soft and gentle embrace and it could only belong to one person...his prince...his sun Xie Lian
"Your Highness...."
❤️❤️❤️
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