Both of them were lying in bed. Mewtwo slowly reached out its arm again, embracing A-Ming, while its tail behind it was hardly idle either, wrapping tightly around him and refusing to let go.
Chen Ming paid no mind to Mewtwo's little movements; right now, he was being kissed into a dizzy, spinning haze.
His body's lack of repulsion could not be faked. To keep deceiving himself any further would be somewhat foolish, and Chen Ming had no intention of lying to himself.
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