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Imperial Consort Jing could not help but look at Zhou Yu doubtfully. For a moment, she was a little flustered. Could it be that Zhou Yu still could not let go of his grudges and refused to touch her?

Imperial Consort Jing's hand tightened around the blanket.

She saw Zhou Yu lower his head, pick up a towel from the basin and point it at her. She couldn't help but be shocked