In the entertainment room, the music for the game to pass the small level is still slowly ringing.
The fading light on the projection screen outlines a somewhat mysterious color for the entire entertainment room.
Leon Lin’s entire back plunged into the soft sofa backrest.
His right hand was grasped by Morgan Mo and pressed against his hard chest.
The fingers were separated from the school uniform jacket and shirt, as if they could also be burned by the heat from the opponent’s body.
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