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They hugged for a moment, and Satan couldn't hold back anymore.

He was a normal man. Now their bodies were close together. Her breath sprayed on his neck, each breath seemed to tease his tense nerves.

Emily also noticed and quickly pushed him away, "Do you want to go to the balcony to cool off a bit?"

Satan bit her jelly-like lips impatiently, "Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure, but..." Emily gestured towards the "tent" in his crotch, "You can't stay like this all night, can you?"

Of course, he knew he couldn't continue like this.

He was about to lose control soon.

He kissed her once and let her go, "I'm going to take a cold shower."

Emily watched him walk into the bathroom and stood there holding the blanket, lost in thought for a moment.

She had been married for four years, but only now could she truly understand what it felt like to be loved.