Five hundred forty-nine

r and went to sleep.As dawn approached, Lin Meng's hangover pounded in her head, making her groan. She reached up to rub her aching temples, but a pair of hands beat her to it, gently massaging her so...be, but they were "those" kind of pajamas. The new pajamas were still by the door!Helplessly, I turned around again, heading toward the living room. I accidentally saw the man sitting steadily on th...