After a long period of cold wind blowing at the door, Gwen dragged his feet upstairs.
As soon as he stepped into the door, he was pulled by a force and then squeaked. The door was closed, and the person was already at the door.
What followed was the familiar fragrance of pine wood, mixed with a touch of wine, and fiery, domineering kisses.
Faced with everything that happened suddenly, Gwen was a little caught off guard. He didn’t expect Lucas to be there, and he still drank alcohol.
I pushed him with my hands, but he was pressed tightly, and there was almost no gap between the two people.
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