I don't know when she fell asleep sitting on the sofa, and the sofa next to her sank, as if her boyfriend had returned. There was also a familiar sigh, and the man took off his coat. The man leaned over to look at her, reached over and touched her gently. Running down her clothes, her hands winding upward, she hummed softly in protest. But my eyelids are so heavy that I can't open them. The man picked her up and walked to the bedroom and threw her onto Simmons. She whimpered, and straightened up to bear it. Suddenly, the door slammed...

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