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"Phew! You silly girl," Yves King sighed lightly, gently stroking her glossy hair. "There, there, everything's calm now... Huh? Why are you so hot?"
"I, I don't know," Vivi Fisher stuttered. Her eyes revealed a glimmer of panic, as if she was intentionally covering something up. She nuzzled her delicate nose against his neck, lightly inhaling his masculine scent. Whispering, she said, "Elder Brother King, I, I'm scared. Can you, can you take me home?"
Without suspecting anything amiss, Yves King said, "There are cameras at the door and in the elevator. I can't walk out with you. But you should be fine walking out of the hotel alone, right? I'll go downstairs first and call a taxi to take you home."
"Okay. Be careful, Elder Brother King," Vivi Fisher, as though imagining a scenario that made her blush, her cheeks turned even hotter. Then she lowered her head, her eyes revealing an absolute determination.
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