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... aring a pair of home shorts, so he was leaning directly against her skin.
—— It was cool.
The counselor’s hands ran through his hair, starting to massage his head.
Occasionally, her fingers gently pressed his temples.
“You do this, I might fall asleep,” Cheng Zhu’s voice was somewhat drowsy.
“It’s okay, you sleep,” said the woman in her mature years softly as she lowered her head to look at his face with closed eyes.
The drunken man actually fell i ...
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