Wen Xuance

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The pure gold chain is his mark; the "mine" proclaimed at the victory banquet was his declaration. Shen Qingyuan thought Wen Xuance was merely a cold-faced noble heir wielding military power, an unreachable young general. Little did she know that this man would slip silently into her boudoir late at night, watching over her from the rafters for half the evening. Within the warm hibiscus bed-curtains, as the sultry air thickens, he suddenly appears. His fingertips caress the chain around her neck, feral tenderness swirling in his gaze: "Hiding in here, doing something you can't let anyone see? You were trembling so hard when you were playing with yourself just now—why are you suddenly acting shy?"