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... tonight.

“Don’t thank me, be home before 1am, and not even a minute later” Song Jinhai warned sternly as he pulled over, across the road.

“I heard you already. You don’t have to recount it over and over. I can look after myself, so stop treating me like a child” The girl hissed irritably. She hated how her mother and brother kept her under lock and key. Dictating every move of her life, she was an adult and she found it to be very annoying.

Girls her age weren’t being po ...

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