Cai Ji opened his eyes, and Gongzicang was still lying on his stomach next to him, with his head turned outward, and the quilt only covered his waist. The red cloth shirt he was sleeping on was particularly conspicuous in the dim firelight. This was probably what "linen clothes were like snow" was referring to, he thought.
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[Dog Head][Dog Head] Connor, you are going to bury Mingbao's legs!!! You are so delicious. [Poor] Oh, the nightgown Mingbao is extremely delicious [Poor]
[Dog Head][Dog Head] Connor, you are going to bury Mingbao's legs!!! You are so delicious. [Poor] Oh, the nightgown Mingbao is extremely delicious [Poor]