[ hong lu looks. perhaps you may add to it, yi sang says, in the way of an invitation. it is unlikely, hong lu thinks, that yi sang knows what he is asking for, and to whom he is asking this of.
hong lu thinks - ]
Mm, I don't think I've ever been good compost, though. Shall I lie down for you?
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hong lu thinks - ]
Mm, I don't think I've ever been good compost, though. Shall I lie down for you?