[This time, Flandre shivers for a different reason. That was praise! Directed at her! She smiles a little bit despite how tired she was, before resting her head on Meiling's chest.]
Okay, Meiling.
[All those new muscles in her wings would be awfully sore tomorrow, though...]
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Okay, Meiling.
[All those new muscles in her wings would be awfully sore tomorrow, though...]