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athing heavily, bearing the weight he had settled on her.He regulated his breath, each ragged gasp landing softly on her ear. Afraid to crush her, he rolled over and got off of her.She moved, enduring...t could be, as if he was truly putting all his mind into wrapping dumplings. But Mother Rong's forehead was twitching as she looked at that perfectly good dumpling wrapper, which had been completely m...