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Under the dim neon lights, his fair cheeks are always so handsome;
Every time I watch him gently point his fingers on the already damaged list, I feel like I am intoxicated by the spring breeze.
I wonder if he recognized me, but I hope not.
I just said awkwardly: 500 for normal and 800 for special.
He unbuttoned my shirt little by little, not as roughly as the others.
And my heart seems to be beating for him again after a year of stopping.
This night, I want to make him unforgettable, even though I am a prostitute.
The moment I opened the car door, I was stunned.
It has been ten years since we met.
Looking at his wife and children beside him, what should I do?
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