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Niu Shan, with a lewd smirk, wrapped his arm around Song Yu’s waist. “Miss
Song Yu, you must be tired. Let me help you to a hotel room to rest.”
Despite feeling groggy, Song Yu sensed something was amiss. She struggled weakly, protesting, “No, I don’t want to go. I need to go home, I have to call…” Her resistance was feeble, barely an inconvenience for Niu Shan.
His friends quickly stepped forward, snatching her phone from her bag while reassuring, “No need to call a ...
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