Suddenly, a child’s voice interrupted the song in my head: "Dad?"
Juyan paused, his hand still on his belt. We both turned our heads to look behind us.
Juxu was standing behind the sofa, wearing nothing but a thin little nightgown, her bare feet on the floor. She stared wide-eyed at Juyan, who was still looming over me with the flush of passion not yet faded from his face, then looked down at the mess on the floor.
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