Day Seventy-Two…
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Jane and Nathan were still trying to recover from the overwhelming sensations of their passionate encounter when they were abruptly interrupted by a knock at the door. Both of them exchanged glances, realizing they were still in half-naked.
"Nate, it's me," Old Man Xu's voice called from outside.
Jane swiftly sprang from the bed, frantically searching for her clothes. Her heart sank when she remembered that Nathan had inadvertently torn her shirt in the middle of their passion.
"Nate, you have a knack for tearing my clothes," Jane lamented, gazing helplessly at her ruined shirt.
Nathan merely smirked as he zipped up his pants and offered her his own shirt. "You can wear my shirt for now."
Jane's jaw dropped at the suggestion. "Are you serious? Your father might—"
