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"Come on, Yolin," I sighed, ignoring the Elf and shaking my head. "You’re 201 years old. Control yourself."

"Hahaha..." the drunk woman chuckled, approaching me. "You always try to get away, Natasha."

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose with my right hand. It always went this way with Yolin. I felt the effect of the alcohol and took a deep, calming breath.

"No, it always ends the same," I stubbornly refused. "You gasping for air with a satisfied smile ...

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