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craved its warmth and closeness...In his embrace, raven hair flowed wildly, like waterweed dancing in the current. It was as dark and deep as a magic realm. A flash of pale skin emerged from the dar...ispered to each other, sometimes leaning into each other's ears and giggling like little birds, adding a lot of fun to the game. It made people feel that these two were more entertaining than playing...