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"Scratch, scratch, scratch —"
The sound of a pen nib scraping against paper echoed occasionally.
Tang Song was meticulously organizing his current tasks, setting a clear direction for himself.
His restless heart finally started to calm down.
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Shanghai, COFCO OCEAN ONE.
"Huff —" A slightly hurried breathing sound arose.
Secretary Jin suddenly sat up from the bed.
After staring blankly for a while, her thoughts gradually returned.
Looking at the dawn outside, feeling the emptiness of the room, a clear sense of loss flashed in her eyes.
She touched her chest, then touched her lips.
Dreams are like passing clouds.
What lingered in her memory were hazy images.
But such emotions only stayed with her for a few minutes before she quickly regained her calm and wisdom.
She lifted the blanket, just about to get up.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, she reached down to touch.
The panties were already unwearable, even the sheets were soaked.
