Pulling the blanket, she snuggled under it, turned off the bedside lamp on her side, and said, "I'm sleepy, going to sleep.""Don't sleep yet, my legs are sore, give me a massage," Jeffrey Maugham's voice floated lightly in the air, ghostly at this hour.Selena Patrick finally understood why he had her sleep here.To be at his beck and call, of course."Why did your legs have to start hurting now? If you spent less time in that wheelchair, they wouldn't hurt," Selena Patrick grumbled.Ignoring her complaints, the man pointed at his thigh, "Start then."Selena Patrick rolled her eyes so hard she could see the back of her head. She began massaging him with her eyes closed.As she massaged, yawn after yawn escaped her, her body swaying from side to side, like a teetering toy about to fall over.Finally, unable to fight the fatigue any longer, she collapsed straight onto the man.Her head landed squarely on his... sensitive area. The man let out a pained hiss and pushed her head a
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