Chapter 3
The strange warmth of the seat made my temples throb incessantly.
I immediately reached out to feel the spot beside me, and it was the same-warm.
My hand quickly brushed over the large area of residual warmth on the suede sofa, all the way to the back of Duan Tao.
The front of several cushions still carried a slight dampness.
My fingernails dug into my palm.
Duan Qinghong loves cleanliness.
In the past, when I was still at the company, he would rather rest on the single bed in his private room than sit here.
Moreover, judging by the area of warmth, the last person on this sofa wasn’t sitting.
They were lying down.
Thinking of this, I felt a rush of blood and energy surge through my body, ready to explode the next second.
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