Beverly Hills, Hollywood.

In a dimly lit bedroom, it seems that the temperature of the air conditioner is turned on too high.

Simmons's tall and short bodies were all covered with sweat.

Looking at Paris, who gritted her teeth and stared at her condescendingly, with her blonde hair staring at her, with a glamorous expression that almost collapsed, Abel said with a smile:

"My dear, why don't you admit defeat? It's all the fourth round of the fight, I'll see,

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