The corridor was quiet, there was no one, only the dark shadow stretched by the firelight fluttered and jumped.
Weston corrected the slightly messy hem of the cheongsam, picked up the hat on the ground and put it on again.
Although nothing happened, the effect of charm success is really not covered.
The high slits of Weston’s black cheongsam were originally on the thighs/legs.
As a result, he was grabbed by the devil and pressed against the wall just now, and squeezed/into the leg/between his back forcefully.
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