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Servus Basti❤

我爱我的英雄们。

“我们不只是一个俱乐部,还是家,是归宿。”

Sometimes, when he would be fortunate enough, he would bury his face into the Outsider’s neck and breathe in the anti-scent, ozone and the smell of sea water stuck to the smooth column of flesh. There was no pulse, of course, but he’d quick gotten used to that, instead becoming attuned to the minute shudders that would roil beneath his lips as he would mouth at the hollow.

好喜欢这段描写!!

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