Wolfs Right
A woman with a blissful face stood behind Lilina, inhaling the scent of her hair.
Lily jumped back again. Gathering loose hair, twisted with a tourniquet, did not let go of her hand.
“I can’t help myself,” Valeria murmured apologetically and moved away, increasing the distance.
“Please, let you be a sect of two-meter hypnotists with a fetish for women's hair,” Lily muttered imploringly, looking into Elke's eyes.
Catching the general mood, the friend suspiciously quieted down and shrugged her shoulders vaguely.
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