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Mei-Li lay happily tangled in Mui’s arms.
She’d spent the last day and a half in terror that Zhang Ru would find some excuse to block Mui’s departure from China. The instant Mui had appeared at the head of the escalator into SeaTac’s baggage claim area was one of the happiest moments of her life. Exceeded only seconds later when Mui had spotted her and run into her arms.
Now they were in their own bed, in their own apartment, in America!
It was as impossible as it was perfect.
Until a year ago, Mei-Li’s life had been about surviving hell—every single day.
Mui had taught her more. Mui had taught her that s*x didn’t have to be about power, that it could be about fun. And she’d taught Mei-Li about love, which had previously only been a lie in ridiculous movies.
Yet she loved Mui.
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