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... sofa, the young lady was sound asleep.
Lying on her side, she remained motionless, her even breathing and straight black hair cascading down to the carpet.
Fujiwara Reya sat closer, leaned over, and looked at Kawashima Miki, whose hands were clenched in fists at her chest, her sensual lips slightly pursed. Her sleeping face was peaceful, with the white, soft skin of her neck gently trembling with each breath, like an alluring little lazy cat.
Was she really asleep, or ju ...
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