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Chapter 49 Mouse in the Wall

作者: bluemorose
last update publish date: 2023-04-20 08:47:06
*Nicoli*

“Your Majesty,” Thomas spoke with an edge to his tone.

“Hmm?” Nicoli fumbled as he stood with his vest half-buttoned. Thomas had barely been able to put it on.

“Can you stay still for just a minute more?”

"Your majesty?" Thomas tried to smile. But it came off all wrong. And Nicoli could see it. The man was annoyed.

Just a little more. Nicoli thought.

“What’s taking so long?” Nicoli moved again to undo the button to his shirt. It was red, like the vest, and so were his pants.
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