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... s voice was extremely calm, and even it was justified: “Yes, Mr. Song took off his pants, I can help you massage your legs.”
It turned out to be a massage. For a time, Song Yiming’s heart didn’t know whether he was relieved or sighed, but then he woke up and wanted to reach out and push Susie, but he was held tighter by the other side. In the state of being attached to the body through the fabric, Song Yiming quickly developed a layer of fine sweat. He bit his teeth: "You let me go!"
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