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The world outside the window was pitch black, with only the faint sound of the wind.
In the warm and luxurious bedroom, only the warm hues of the ambient light were on.
Feeling her boyfriend's sudden forceful grip on her arm, Zhao Yaqian slightly tilted her fair and attractive face, whispering, "Brother Song, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong; I just feel very happy." Tang Song's face was full of a thick smile, he leaned down to kiss her, his right hand gliding over her shoulder, down her beautiful back with cascading hair, and grasped the basketball behind her.
Zhao Yaqian licked her lips, thinking Tang Song was in the mood again.
Her gaze filled with thick mist, she silently climbed on top of him, and started kissing his shoulders, neck, and chest, occasionally making some playful moves.
Tang Song hissed, unable to deny that an 18- or 19-year-old girl really was full of energy, sometimes too much for him to handle.