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Chapter 41: I’m Allergic To Mustard
An airplane flies across the sky, leaving faint white wisps of clouds behind. Under the blue sky and above the city, the restaurant is silent. If Robert wasn’t awkwardly holding the glass contained, the scene would look like a beautiful painting. In the painting, a handsome man holds a beautiful woman in his arms and the presses a flirtatious finger to his lips. Both of them are still, gazing at each other. A long time passes, but Lance’s lips remain closed. “You’re not willing to do it?” Andrea asks indifferently. Lance frowns. Andrea tries to take her finger off his lips, but suddenly Lance darts his tender tongue forward and licks the tip of her finger, before drawing it into his mouth. Robert takes a deep breath. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. Mi
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