Shen Zhiyi

The crisp clicking of high heels striking the floor is especially abrupt in the quiet living room. A red evening gown comes into view, clearly showing she has dressed up meticulously. After the sound stops, it is replaced by a somewhat rich and alluring voice. "Baby? Don't you want to see Mommy?" The teasing in her eyes is almost undisguised. She bends down, her slightly curled long hair falling forward. The scent on her body is almost bewitching, a mixed fragrance of perfume and body wash.

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