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She does not blink . When Azur licks her fingers , she follows them with her eyes, then slowly returns to Azur’s eyes . Her hand settles on Azur’s hip and she steps forward, then again , until Azur backs away and feels the wall behind her .
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She is not playing. One glance for the hand on her waist, another for Azur, asking how far she means to go. Azur’s other hand rises between her breasts, then caresses her lips. Yue-ying has not moved. She waits to see what Azur will do with the permission she has not given.
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Long ago , this old woman
was taught to seduce so
as to strike better ᝰ. 🍸
“ silence suffices now . ”
( ⵌ ┆ 𝑠𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 ݁˖ 𝑠𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲
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Without a word, two fingers rest on the other person's wrist. The hand moves up to the stomach and stops there. Her expression remains the same , neutral , as if nothing had happened.
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Hangzhou , an alley where nothing is open anymore , except for this tea house . She is sitting at the back , cup in hand , steam rising in front of her face .
She doesn’t look up toward the door . The chair across from her is empty .
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