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Seeing her carefully weighing her options, if Yves King allows her to search the internet, who knows what unimaginable, twisted strategies she would adopt? The very thought chills him to the bone. Without any doubt, he immediately stepped forward with a smile and said, "President Owen, most things on the internet are nonsense, so don't spoil your eyes. Look, your dark circles have gotten worse. Didn't you sleep well last night? You seem tired. Let me massage you with the traditional King's massage method to help you relieve some fatigue."
"This is your offer, not a condition I set," Faye Owen rolled her eyes at him.
"Yes, yes, I offered it," Yves King boasted, giving himself credit for devising such a beneficial plan. He easily defused the impending punishment and seized the opportunity to take advantage of her. Soon, after rubbing his hands warm, he pressed them onto her relaxed shoulders with just the right amount of pressure, kneading carefully.
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