How many times have I wiped my body with foamy soap, just like my mother used to rub the cloth on me when I was a child, until my skin turned dazzling red, and the bubbles mixed with moist water vapor spread in the cramped space that could only accommodate one person. I hugged my knees and huddled in a corner, shivering.
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The novella is finished, I'm so happy~ This is a belated congratulations to my lord~
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