"A little." The general manager of several branches gave him a toast, so he had to drink. He got closer to her, and the heat of his words tickled her face, making it itchy. Stacy slightly turned her head, while Harry pinched her face, pulled her face straight, let her look at herself, and asked, "Is it unpleasant?" Stacy nodded and said, "It's all the smell of wine. What do you think?" "Then I'll take a shower." He smiled sullenly. "Would you like to take a bath with me?" Stacy blushed and pushed him. "Don't stop." Seeing her blushing face, he laughed even deeper. He stood up from the bedside and went to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Stacy wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, feeling inexplicably nervous. After a while, a deep voice came from the bathroom. "Help me get my clothes." Stacy raised her head and looked at the glass door of the bathroom. She remembered that when she took a bath, s
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