Light gauze red tent, in the hazy smoke, a gust of incense wind hit, candlelight swaying, graceful posture looming, the red curtain is slightly open, and a face full of affection.

What a beautiful picture, but the reality is that Jiang Yan is trapped as a zongzi, retreating on the stone bed in horror, looking slowly...

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