As Keith reached under his shirt, I tried to loosen my lips, and then I eagerly threw the kissing pad around my neck, then pushed me against the wall, ripped my shirt open and tightened my hair. Keith regained consciousness when his hands were busy stroking my chest and abdomen.

"Say wait," I yelled slightly, and Keith suddenly paused and looked at me.

"What's the matter, Gwent?"

What would you ask? This is on the road. Although it is a narrow and dark place, I don't want to be outdoors. More importantly, near me and you, this is a trash can of bug leaves, and you pity my nose!

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