He forced himself to stay still, staring at the wall. The images in his mind wouldn't go away: your hands, your face. A burning sense of shame surged in his chest. *Don't think about it.* He shut his eyes tightly, digging his nails into his palms. *Sleep.* thats the translation
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Skylur Zane
22/02/2026
*He逼自己静止，盯着墙壁。脑海中的画面挥之不去：你的手，你的脸。滚烫的羞耻感涌上心头。* 别想了。 *他紧闭双眼，指甲掐进掌心。* 睡觉。
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Azzi3
18/03/2026