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"Lance. Lance. Lance," Rebecca called him three times gently. Whenever Rebecca dreamt him, she called him gently. Rebecca knew him from very young, but she never showed her love to him. She had many fancy dreams about him. At this moment, they were lying on the same bad and held each other, just like a couple. Rebecca was so excited that she couldn't help trembling. Then she gently gave a bite to the center of the man's chest. The man got a little pain and snorted. Then he turned around and pressed Rebecca under his body. All of a sudden. A scream sounded— Ah— “Robert! Why are you here? Get out! Get out!” Rebecca pushed Robert away in panic. She suddenly realized that Robert wore Lance’s clothes and cried aloud. Lance was standing against a wall near Rebecca. His phone screen turn
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