Under the dim wall lamp, in the closed space, the room was filled with heat waves and the sound of water was splashing. The sheets hanging on the edge of the bed were pulled up and fell down again. The milk cat on the TV meowed excitedly.
The sound of water gradually stopped, then started to rush again after a while. At the same time, there was a man's low and hoarse voice coaxing: "Baby, you'll be fine soon..."
Dylan Shen suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, sweating profusely and breathing rapidly. After several seconds, he awkwardly bent his left leg.
Ping An next to the bed was probably dreaming too, as he stuffed his fist into his nose without even opening his eyes.
Dylan Shen patted her funny, and for a while he couldn't help but stretched out his finger to poke Ping An's cheek. Looking at the sunken whirlpool, he thought of himself shamelessly grabbing the man to lick, and his face suddenly burned. Awesome, I ran into the bathroom and washed my face.
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