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... y-five PM.
Lu Yuan lay on the massage bed, bare-chested and in his underwear.
Soft, unidentifiable music played by his ears, and the faint scent of sandalwood lingered in his nostrils.
PITTER-PATTER.
He was quickly messaging his mom, Zheng Qiuling, on his phone, informing her that he might return after ten o’clock.
After sending the message, Lu Yuan tossed his phone aside and lay down to enjoy the rare "Coach Level" massage.
The masseur attending t ...
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