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In a daze, a pair of not-so-delicate hands climbed up to Shen Shi's head.
Cool fingertips gently rubbed his chest.
Move down bit by bit, stop at the waist and abdomen, and rotate.
He wanted to open his eyes, but the Lin family drank too many glasses of wine at the dinner table, and his eyelids became extremely heavy.
He frowned and subconsciously took his hands away from his waist.
But after a while, the hands were entangled again.
Then, a warm breath sprayed on his face.
"I am the woman in the dream, here to save you."
"Just enjoy it."
The faint scent of soap locust penetrated Shen Shijin's nose.
His mind was so dizzy that he couldn't understand the meaning of her words.
All I know is that her voice is soft and thin, and it sounds nice.
In the chaos, a piece of warmth and softness covered his lips.
His frown deepened.
He tried to push her away.
But when his fingertips touched her shoulder, he suddenly retracted his hand as if he had been burned.
Her skin is delicate and soft, like fine silk.
It felt real, not like a dream.
The hands on his waist were very restless, sliding down his waistline and going down.
A strange tingling feeling suddenly surged in his heart.
His breathing became more and more rapid, and his sanity was crumbling little by little.
Soon, fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and the tips of his ears were covered with a thin layer of red.
Then, the hands paused there.
Shen Shijin opened his eyes suddenly and met those watery eyes.
Her eyes flickered, making him panic.
"Boom!!!"
The last trace of restraint in my heart faded away, leaving only a burning sensation all over my body.
His throat rolled, and he stepped down.
One hand clasped her slender waist, lowered his head and bit her lips.
The dim light cast on the two intertwined figures.
When it was almost dawn, Shen Shijin gradually woke up.
After a brief daze, he quickly put on his pants and got out of bed. He looked at the woman lying on the bed with a cold face, his chest rising and falling violently.
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