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... rapped around his body, stretched his waist, and searched for his clothes among the clothes on the ground.
"Leave a contact information?"
A hoarse female voice came from under the quilt.
The little girl who looked young stayed on Dean's body greedily.
Dean glanced at her and smiled softly: "I believe in fate more, this is your lost wages."
Leave a stack of paper bills.
He bid farewell to the hotel maid who sent breakfast to the suite, but ga ...
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