TPLTMOE – Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Extra 5 – Raising Pups (1)

The newborn baby hadn't fully developed yet, with wrinkled cheeks and nose, its entire face flushed red—not the most aesthetically pleasing sight.

Jiang Zhiyu wasn't very skilled at holding babies. The tiny, soft body felt like a bundle of cotton in his arms. He didn't dare grip too tightly, afraid he might crush it, yet he couldn't hold too loosely either, fearing he might drop it.

This little creature carried half of his blood—a strange and wondrous feeling, as though a part of himself had been nurtured inside the small Omega and formed into this new life.

Ling Ran said he wanted to see the baby, so Jiang Zhiyu carefully brought the swaddled infant closer.

At the first glimpse of their child, Ling Ran's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned in to kiss him, asking softly if he was still in pain.

Ling Ran shook his head, his damp lashes fluttering. "Is this... really the baby I just gave birth to?"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled. "Yes. Our child."

"But... why doesn't it look like either of us?"

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled. "All newborns look like this. It'll change as they grow."

Ling Ran nodded, still staring in disbelief at the tiny bundle cradled in the enigma's arms.

Not long ago, this little one had been kicking inside him, and now, so suddenly, it had left his body—already an independent, living being.

He felt as though a vast emptiness had opened inside him, and tears threatened to spill endlessly.

Jiang Zhiyu handed the baby to a nurse before gathering the Omega into his arms, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead and then brushing away his tears.

As if reading his thoughts, he murmured soothingly, "The child is flesh of your flesh. Even though they've left your body, they'll love you unconditionally—just like I do."

Ling Ran blinked, his misty eyes lifting to meet Jiang Zhiyu's. "Really?"

Jiang Zhiyu pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. "Really."

Ling Ran sniffled. "Then... I'll love them so, so much."

He would pour into this child all the familial love he himself had never received.

He would wrap them in affection from the very beginning, ensure they grew up healthy and happy, and raise them to be polite, confident, outstanding—a child blessed with every wonderful quality in the world.

"Good," Jiang Zhiyu murmured, fingertips brushing Ling Ran's damp lashes, his voice tender, eyes deep as still waters, brimming with unshakable devotion. "I'll love them dearly too. But, my love—you will always come first."

The child would have to settle for second place.

The baby's name had been decided long ago. The old master had consulted several fortune-tellers before presenting the couple with options, and they had both chosen the same one: Jiang Yun.

But the little one had an odd habit—after every feeding, they would get "milk-drunk," eyes open but dazed, quiet and content, hovering between sleep and wakefulness in a blissful daze. So, they also earned the nickname "Yunyun" (Little Dizzy).

True to their enigma heritage, Yunyun grew faster and ate more than other babies their age, demanding milk seven or eight times a night. Ling Ran barely got a full night's sleep, constantly roused from drowsiness by Yunyun's hungry cries.

Later, the maternity matron suggested that Ling Ran could use a breast pump to extract the milk and store it in sealed bags in the refrigerator. This way, when the baby cried for milk at night, she could simply warm it up and feed the child without Ling Ran having to wake up every night.

After giving birth, Ling Ran's milk supply had indeed become more abundant. Sometimes, he would wake up in the morning to find his undergarments completely soaked.

This only made it more convenient for Jiang Zhiyu to find excuses to help him with his own hands.

Each time, Ling Ran trembled all over, the corners of his eyes glistening with unshed tears. When he couldn't take it anymore, he would kick out weakly with his legs, his voice soft and pleading, "G-Gently... please... ah..."

Jiang Zhiyu gave him a moment to catch his breath, looking up at him with a gaze full of predatory hunger, taking in every subtle change in his expression.

His deep, dissatisfied voice pressed closer, demanding, “Don't want to feed your husband?"

After giving birth, the little Omega not only exuded a sweet, intoxicating milk fragrance from head to toe, but his body had also become even more tender and supple, as if he could be squeezed to release milk at any moment. With a bit more force, the milk might even spray all over someone's face.

Ling Ran thought this bastard was being utterly unreasonable. Yunyun wasn't even three months old yet—his suckling strength was pitifully weak. How could he compare to this beast of an Enigma, who was like a ravenous lion?

Besides, it wasn't as if his milk supply was truly endless. Yunyun was still in his growth phase, developing faster than other babies. What if he couldn't produce enough milk for him one day...?

Thinking this, Ling Ran became even more adamant. "Y-You should... eat less. Otherwise, Yunyun won't have enough and will have to drink formula..."

Jiang Zhiyu replied, "That's fine too."

And then proceeded to act even more shamelessly.

Ling Ran: "......"

He had only been saying that to dissuade him!

Of course, there was no way the milk would actually run out. The threat of switching to formula had just been a tease.

Taking advantage of the moment, Jiang Zhiyu brought up another request—since the baby was almost three months old, certain intimate activities could gradually resume.

After all, they wouldn't be interrupted by a hungry little one at night anymore. They could finally enjoy their time alone together.

Except this time, the sheets weren't just soaked with grape juice.

One child was enough—Jiang Zhiyu had no plans for a second.

The Omega's pregnancy had been far too grueling. Jiang Zhiyu had stayed by his side through every step, even accompanying him into the delivery room. That experience had only solidified his resolve never to put him through it again.

He couldn't bear to watch his little Omega suffer like that a second time.

When the baby's first cries echoed through the delivery room, no one noticed the faint dampness in the enigma's eyes.

He had no mind to look at the newborn. Instead, he leaned down and pulled his Omega tightly into his arms, pressing kisses to his tear-streaked face and lips, murmuring, "Don't cry, baby. You did so well. I love you."

After Jiang Zhiyu's usual mischief left Ling Ran unconscious in bed once more, the Omega woke the next morning to find the enigma still there. Tears welled up instantly.

Trapped by the arms wrapped firmly around his waist, he could only sob against Jiang Zhiyu's chest, smearing his damp cheeks against the man's skin.

Tears.

"Liar... you big liar..." Ling Ran choked out between sobs, "I'll never believe you again. You... you're just a big liar, a scoundrel…"

Jiang Zhiyu had managed to make him faint last night without even using pheromones. Now he held Ling Ran tightly against his chest, licking away the tears on his face.

"Mmm, I am a liar, a scoundrel," Jiang Zhiyu murmured, his tongue sweeping over Ling Ran's damp lashes. "Baby, why do even your tears taste milky sweet?"

This only made Ling Ran feel more wronged. "I've already given birth to your baby... why are you still bullying me..."

Jiang Zhiyu lowered his voice in apology: "I've held back for too long, your husband was about to explode. Don't be angry, baby."

It was true he'd been restraining himself. To allow his little Omega's body to recover properly, Jiang Zhiyu had practically turned into a saint these past months.

Ling Ran squirmed uncomfortably - he really didn't want to be drained dry first thing in the morning. He already felt thoroughly squeezed out, his chest aching slightly. He wasn't sure how he'd manage to nurse their child later.

As he tried to wriggle free from the Enigma's embrace, Jiang Zhiyu only tightened his hold, leaving no room for escape.

"Stop rubbing against me," the Enigma's breathing grew heavy, "or neither of us will make it to work today."

Ling Ran immediately stiffened, not daring to move another muscle.

After a moment, he shyly sought Jiang Zhiyu's lips with his own damp, flushed ones, tilting his face up to plant a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. Then he blinked up at him with sparkling, doe-like eyes.

"Hubby......"

That sweet, pleading tone always meant he wanted something.

And Jiang Zhiyu was helpless against it. "Hmm?"

Seizing the opportunity, Ling Ran asked, "Can I go to work with you today? Please?"

Their child was older now, and his body had mostly recovered. Staying home had become rather boring. Although his maternity leave wasn't technically over, surely the company wouldn't object if he returned early?

The only person who might object was standing right before him - his direct superior.

Jiang Zhiyu looked down at him, pinching his cheek lightly. "So eager to start earning money for your husband?"

Ling Ran nodded vigorously. "Yes yes! I'll work hard and make lots of money for you, so you can take care of me and Yunyun!"

The wool coming from the sheep's back-technically not wrong.

"During your absence, Jiang Zhou hasn't found any promising new talents to fill your shoes," Jiang Zhiyu stroked his back soothingly before conceding. "If you want to return, you may. I'll have arrangements made."

Ling Ran hadn't expected such easy compliance, having prepared arguments to persuade him. That Jiang Zhiyu agreed so readily came as a surprise.

"Thank you, hubby," Ling Ran's eyes crinkled happily as he looped his arms around the Enigma's neck, lifting himself to kiss those lips. "You're the best to me."

Jiang Zhiyu seemed dissatisfied, giving only brief kisses before pressing him back down.

Ling Ran's eyes glazed over, his fingertips trembling.

Holding him close, Jiang Zhiyu whispered against his ear: "Just one condition - no more neglecting your health for work."

"From now on, we eat three meals together daily. Disobey and I'll fire you."

Ling Ran whimpered his agreement, nodding helplessly at whatever the Enigma said - as if his very life was being held hostage, his body melting into unbelievable softness.

After finishing the unfinished workout from last night in the morning, going to work today was indeed impossible. After Jiang Zhiyu left, Ling Ran slept in until the afternoon.

Yunyun had already eaten several meals and was being held by the nanny while sunbathing on the balcony.

The sunlight outside was exceptionally bright today, pouring in through the massive transparent glass windows.

The once wrinkled little baby had now filled out a bit, with fair, tender skin and a milky fragrance all over, like a freshly steamed glutinous rice ball—soft and cuddly, a delight to hold.

Ling Ran walked over and picked up his son. The tiny bundle giggled at him, his chubby cheeks squishing together, his eyes narrowing into slits.

Ling Ran's heart melted. He tried to teach the three-month-old to speak, coaxing him to say "daddy" or "papa."

Unfortunately, the little milk dumpling could only babble, drooling at his father's pretty, delicate face.

The nanny chuckled helplessly beside them. "Mr. Ling, the baby is still too young to talk yet."

Ling Ran asked, "Then how long until he can speak?"

The nanny replied, "Most children start speaking around one year old and can express themselves more fluently by around three. Young Master Yun is only three months old now—it's really too early to teach him."

Ling Ran frowned. "But I'm afraid he might be a bit slow. What if he learns to speak much later than other babies? What if he's slower to understand things?"

The nanny slipped tiny shoes onto Young Master Yun's plump little feet and reassured him, "That's impossible, Mr. Ling. At just three months, Young Master Yun is already nearly the size of a six-month-old. He's developing faster than other children. I can tell—he'll definitely be very smart, whether he takes after you or Mr. Jiang."

Though the nanny said so, Ling Ran still insisted on teaching Yunyun to speak, just in case

Thanks to his persistence, Yunyun did indeed start speaking earlier than most children—even taking his first wobbly steps at just nine months old.

Jiang Zhiyu praised him for doing well, saying that if he kept it up, he could probably be sent to school by his first birthday.

Young Master Yun's first birthday celebration was also a grand affair.

Originally, Ling Ran and Jiang Zhiyu had planned to simply buy a cake at home and invite a few close friends.

But Old Master Jiang wouldn't have it. He insisted that his grandson's first birthday had to be celebrated in style.

And "in style" was an understatement—half of the elite in the city showed up, crowding around the little milk dumpling, fawning over him.

Ling Ran accompanied Jiang Zhiyu in entertaining the guests, but after making the rounds, his smile had stiffened.

Jiang Zhiyu told him to go rest somewhere—he didn't need to worry about the rest.

Glad for the break, Ling Ran grabbed a glass of juice and slipped into the inner courtyard.

Qin Chengyue followed him out, and the two sat chatting in a pavilion.

"What did the old man give Yunyun as a birthday gift?"

"Nothing much," Ling Ran said. "Just a small island, I think."

Qin Chengyue nearly spat out his juice, staring at Ling Ran in shock. "Xiao Ran, you're getting worse. Since when did you adopt the capitalists' pretentious ways? A whole island isn't enough?"

Ling Ran shrugged. "It's really not that big—just a tiny island."

Qin Chengyue covered his ears: "Enough already! Am I the only one suffering in this world?!"

Ling Ran laughed at his antics: "How about I give you the chance to go on that business trip to Bangkok? You could use a break to relax, what do you say?"

Qin Chengyue asked, "You're not going anymore?"

Ling Ran thought of the two at home: "It's five days... I'm a bit worried."

Qin Chengyue understood: "It's President Jiang who doesn't want to let you go, isn't it? I've noticed he's been especially clingy lately—how many times a day do you run up to the 101st floor? Now that you're public, you really don't care about the rest of us at all, do you?"

Ling Ran scratched his head sheepishly: "N-no... He's not that clingy. We're... pretty normal..."

Seeing that Ling Ran couldn't see it from his perspective, Qin Chengyue decided to lay out the evidence.

"First of all, you come to work together every morning—definitely in the same car."

Ling Ran nodded: "That's normal, we leave home together."

"Fine, that's reasonable," Qin Chengyue conceded. "But after arriving, you immediately go to the CEO's office for 'work reports' that last an hour. You're just a team leader in Jiangzhou Branch's news department—do you really need to report to the CEO every day? Or is something else going on up there?"

Ling Ran's cheeks began to flush. His morning visits indeed involved more than just work reports.

Before starting the workday, Jiang Zhiyu would always pin him down on that massive desk for a while, claiming it was "pre- work recharging." After being "recharged," Ling Ran needed time to recover before returning downstairs.

Qin Chengyue continued, "And at lunch—you used to eat with me! Now you either eat upstairs or go out together, never inviting me along."

Ling Ran tugged at his hand, realizing with guilt that he'd neglected his friend's feelings after getting married. He whispered, "Then... from now on, we'll take you with us when we go out to eat, okay?"

The offer was immediately rejected: "No thanks! Just bring me back some leftovers if you have something good." Qin Chengyue would rather eat in the company cafeteria than become a third wheel and incur President Jiang's displeasure.

Counting on his fingers, Qin Chengyue went on: "Also, your desk keeps magically accumulating supplements and health products. They always save your favorite snacks for afternoon tea. At company dinners, you're always seated next to the CEO—and no one dares to toast you. During big meetings, the CEO keeps glancing in our department's direction, making our boss think we've done something wrong. And even when you work overtime, you do it upstairs—who knows if it's just work or something else..."

Ling Ran hurriedly interrupted: "Okay, okay! Is it really that obvious at work...?"

He'd specifically made Jiang Zhiyu promise they'd maintain proper distance at the office to avoid appearing preferential. The enigma had agreed to all his terms.

He had thought they were doing a good job keeping up appearances in daily life, but now that Qin Chengyue mentioned it, Ling Ran felt like the sky was falling.

Qin Chengyue eyed him suspiciously. "Have you two been avoiding suspicion?"

Ling Ran: ":<"

They had.

This was already the result of their best efforts to keep things discreet.

But when viewed from an outsider's perspective, it somehow felt like they were flaunting their affection.

Ling Ran really wanted to swear to the heavens—he truly hadn't meant to show off.

But Enigma did seem a little too clingy with him.

Just as they were talking, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Ling Ran."

Ling Ran turned and saw Enigma, dressed in a sharp suit, tall and handsome, standing beneath a lush grove of emerald bamboo. His gaze was steady and tender, fixed solely on him.

Qin Chengyue whispered to Ling Ran, "See? You've only been out here for twenty minutes, and he's already tracked you down." Ling Ran replied, "Maybe he needs me for something."

Qin Chengyue chuckled. "I'd bet anything it's nothing. Probably just that he feels insecure the moment you're out of his sight."

"I get it—he's completely wrapped around your finger. Impressive, Xiao Ran."

"But... I didn't do anything."

Qin Chengyue, ever the expert in analyzing relationships, spoke with conviction. "You don't have to do anything. What you two have is natural attraction—just sitting here, you're an irresistible pull for him."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Enigma began walking toward the pavilion.

Qin Chengyue, who had been so eloquent moments ago, suddenly tensed at the sight of Jiang Zhiyu approaching.

He sprang to his feet and greeted him hastily. "President Jiang! I just heard someone calling for me—I'll head inside first. You two take your time."

With that, he winked at Ling Ran and dashed back into the main hall.

Jiang Zhiyu pulled the little Omega up from the stone bench in one swift motion, wrapping an arm around his waist, his eyes darkening.

"The bench is cold. How long have you been sitting here?"

Ling Ran looked at him. "Not long."

Jiang Zhiyu took his hand, finding it warm, and held it in his palm, kneading it gently.

Ling Ran asked, "Did you come looking for me for something? Where's Yunyun?"

"Afraid you'd get lost," Jiang Zhiyu said. "He's still in the main hall. Someone's watching him."

It wasn't a convincing excuse—they had visited the old estate countless times. There was no way Ling Ran would still get lost like before.

Ling Ran tilted his head up, gazing at the man before him. Then, rising slightly on his toes, he looped his arms around Jiang Zhiyu's neck and melted into him, soft and pliant.

"Hubby, hubby... did you miss me?"

Jiang Zhiyu tightened his grip around Ling Ran's waist, lifting him slightly before supporting his thighs and letting him wrap his legs around his waist.

He lowered his head, brushing their lips together before admitting bluntly, "Mhm. I did."

The moment he lost sight of him, his heart grew restless.

Ling Ran turned his face away, evading the kiss, his voice breathy. "You're not a child anymore. Why are you still so clingy?"

Jiang Zhiyu buried his face in Ling Ran's neck, simply carrying him back to the stone bench and sitting down with him in his lap. His lips sought the delicate, fluttering pulse at the slender column of Ling Ran's throat, pressing feather-light kisses along it before trailing back up, covering every inch of tender skin. Finally, he cradled the back of Ling Ran's head, pulling him in for a deep, consuming kiss.

A breeze rustled through the bamboo grove, stirring the leaves into soft whispers.

Inside the pavilion, the sound of water was ambiguous, lingering—there yet not there.

The faint aroma of wine mingled with the sweetness of fruit juice, some of it escaping between lips and teeth, only to be caught and licked clean by a tongue before being swallowed back down.

The nanny, carrying the little milk dumpling, searched everywhere and eventually made her way to the inner courtyard-only to nearly let the child catch sight of the scene unfolding behind the bamboo.

The nanny was relieved she had quick reflexes, covering the little one's eyes and pulling him back into her arms.

Giggling even with his vision blocked, the toddler flailed his tiny hands, eager to rush forward, babbling, "Daddy! Papa! Kisses!"

Amidst his dazed state, Ling Ran faintly heard his son's voice. Struggling to breathe, he tapped the Enigma's broad back until the grip loosened slightly.

When Ling Ran tried to turn to look for his son, his head was barely halfway before a firm hand at his nape pulled him back.

Jiang Zhiyu raised a brow, glancing toward the source of the noise before lowering his head to nip Ling Ran's swollen lips again, murmuring,

"Baby, tell me who you love the most?"

Dazed from the kisses, Ling Ran blinked up at him.

Not hearing the answer he wanted, Jiang Zhiyu moved to bite him again, but this time Ling Ran reacted quickly, turning his head away and panting, "Y-you...!"

"Say it again."

Ling Ran obediently whispered, "Love you the most... love my husband the most..."

Satisfied, Jiang Zhiyu licked into the seam of his lips.

"I love you the most too, baby."

Ling Ran wrapped his arms around his neck, responding softly, but a realization dawned on him.

He finally understood what Qin Chengyue had meant about why the Enigma clung to him so much.

He was competing with their son for attention.

After having a child, Ling Ran had indeed devoted a significant portion of his energy to their son, which must have left Jiang Zhiyu feeling neglected—enough to even get jealous over their own child.

So childish.

But so endearing.

Originally, Jiang Zhiyu had planned to enroll Jiang Yunyun in a specialized preschool for toddlers aged one to three as soon as he turned one, allowing him and Ling Ran to reclaim their private time at home.

Though they had plenty of help at home, Ling Ran always made time for their son the moment he returned, leaving little room for anything else.

It wasn't that Jiang Zhiyu didn't love their son—he simply believed in teaching independence early in a world where only the strong thrived.

But "early" was too extreme for Ling Ran, who outright refused. So, little Jiang Yunyun stayed home, living carefree for nearly two more years.

During the day, both Jiang Zhiyu and Ling Ran were at work. At the office, it was manageable—Jiang Zhiyu could always summon Ling Ran upstairs for some stolen moments. But once they returned home, Ling Ran's time was monopolized by their son.

Even at bedtime, Jiang Yunyun insisted that Ling Ran bathe him, cuddle him to sleep, and tell him stories.

With multiple nannies struggling to keep up, the boy was utterly spoiled, the center of everyone's affection. The only one who could truly discipline him was his strict, no-nonsense father.

Recently promoted to deputy department director, Ling Ran had been swamped with work. Returning late one night, he found Jiang Yunyun still awake, demanding to be carried to the bath.

Hot water was already prepared in the bathroom. As Ling Ran lifted the boy, he was intercepted halfway, the weight in his arms taken over.

Jiang Zhiyu brushed a hand over his exhausted Omega's face. "Go rest. I'll handle his bath."

Jiang Yunyun, who had been obediently resting on his papa's shoulder, immediately protested upon hearing this. He flailed his tiny legs, trying to wriggle out of the enigma's embrace.

"No, no! I want Papa to give me my bath!"

Jiang Zhiyu gave him a light but firm pat on the bottom. "Jiang Yun, behave."

Those words worked like magic. Jiang Yunyun instantly clamped his tail between his legs and fell silent, though his pitiful, pleading eyes remained fixed on Ling Ran.

Ling Ran's heart melted. He had indeed been spending less time with their child lately, and Jiang Yunyun had always been particularly clingy toward him. He reached out to take the boy back.

"Maybe I should—"

Before he could finish, Jiang Zhiyu wrapped an arm around the Omega's slender waist and lifted him effortlessly, carrying both of them into the master bedroom. He gently set Ling Ran down on the bed before turning to Jiang Yunyun in his arms.

"Now, who did you say you wanted to bathe you?"

Jiang Yunyun was clever enough to recognize the threat in the enigma's tone. His little face crumpled.

"I... I want Daddy to give me my bath."

"Good boy."

Jiang Zhiyu carried Jiang Yunyun into the bathroom. Exhausted, Ling Ran soon drifted off to the sound of running water.

After the bath, Jiang Zhiyu swaddled the little milk bun in a large bathrobe and carried him one-handed to the nursery, depositing him on his small bed. He pulled two pieces of clothing from the wardrobe and tossed them onto the bed, then crossed his arms.

Jiang Yunyun blinked up at him, confused.

"Get dressed yourself," Jiang Zhiyu said.

Jiang Yunyun pouted. "Okay..."

He obediently picked up his bear-patterned pajamas, shook them out, and promptly got lost trying to find the head hole. He shoved the fabric over his head and struggled to squeeze through the armholes, twisting and turning until his face was smothered in darkness. On the verge of tears, he flailed helplessly.

"Daddy! The clothes are broken! Help, help!"

Jiang Zhiyu reached over, adjusted the collar around his head, and pulled it down. The fluffy little head finally emerged, his pitiful face barely holding back tears. He glanced at the enigma, who had already withdrawn his hands, and slowly started putting on the bear-patterned pants by himself.

In his heart, he thought miserably, If Papa were here to tuck me in, he'd kiss me gently, help me get dressed, and tell me a bedtime story.

Not only had Daddy stolen Papa away, but he wouldn't even let Papa bathe him—and now he wouldn't help him get dressed either.

The more Jiang Yunyun thought about it, the more he felt like a poor, abandoned little worm. Sniffling, he somehow managed to put his pants on backward.

He turned to burrow under the covers, but a large hand caught him from behind, pressing against his tiny belly. His legs dangled in the air as his pants were stripped off and put back on properly this time. Only then was he finally tucked in.

"Go to sleep."

Just as Jiang Zhiyu turned to leave, a soft little hand grabbed two of his fingers.

Jiang Yunyun gazed up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Daddy... can you stay a little longer? Can you tell me a story?"

In the end, Jiang Zhiyu couldn't bring himself to leave. He picked up a storybook and sat by the bed, letting the weak little fingers cling tightly to his own as he read the entire tale aloud.

Jiang Yunyun hadn't actually fallen asleep after hearing the story, but he knew Daddy's patience probably wouldn't last for another tale. So he wisely knew when to stop while he was ahead.

"Thank you, Daddy. I feel sleepy now, I'm going to bed," Jiang Yunyun said as he tucked himself in, leaving only his little head peeking out. Closing his eyes, he murmured to the enigma, "Goodnight, Daddy."

Jiang Zhiyu ruffled his hair and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight, Yunyun."

Returning to the master bedroom, the Omega on the bed appeared to be fast asleep, with silky strands of hair cascading over delicate cheeks and neck, accompanied by soft, even breathing.

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