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“In that case, we might have to stay here all day.” “I don’t care!” “Well, I do. I prefer other pleasurable physical activities.” “Dream on, asshole.” She ducks and tries again. I grab her by the waist while holding her hand so that her back is against my chest. Then I lower my head and whisper in her ear, “I promise you’ll enjoy what I have in mind more than this. In fact, it’ll help reduce that anger.” “You’re making me angrier right now with your stupid nonchalance.” “I can also fix you some herbal tea to purge the strain.” I nibble on the shell of her ear. “Kirill!” she grunts, obviously on the verge of exploding. “Yes?” “Fight me seriously and stop playing around.” “I refuse.” “But why?” She narrows her eyes. “You think so little of me?” “No. I’m just not a fan of the idea
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