[It's a nice point of view and Xue Yang sighs, wishing he could spend his days having sex, brewing liquor and...art? He has never given painting or music much of a try.]
You're a good god. [He tips his head, rubbing his cheek against Yanyou's nipple.] I wonder if you could free me from my masters. They make me fight all the time.
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You're a good god. [He tips his head, rubbing his cheek against Yanyou's nipple.] I wonder if you could free me from my masters. They make me fight all the time.