With a click, the door swung open.In the darkness of the night, Emily was startled, her voice sharp, "Who's there?""It's me," Mr. Satan whispered. He pressed Emily beneath him, hands on either side of her body, trapping her gently. His voice softened, "It's late, and you're still not sleeping. Were you waiting for me?"Emily bit her lip, still not accustomed to being this close to him.Fortunately, the darkness concealed her unease, "No, I wasn't.""If you weren't waiting for me, why did you call me as soon as you received the text message?"Mr. Satan chuckled lightly, no longer pressing her.He stood up straight, opening the wardrobe, "Emily, come here."Emily extended a hand from under the blanket, placing it in his open palm, her voice small, "It's too late now, I'm really tired.""I just want you to help me pick out some clothes, what are you thinking?"Emily felt flustered, quickly defending herself, "Nothing, I'm not thinking anything."Mr. Satan didn't expose her, simply pick
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