It turned out to be a sunny Paris morning, and you stretched out sweetly in bed. Gabriel was sleeping next to me. You ran your hand through his disheveled hair. Tucking the blanket into your chest, you leaned on your palms and looked at him. He opened his eyes slightly and smiled faintly. He rolled over and ran his fingers over your forearm. After throwing you on the bed, Agrest kissed your face, and you laughed out loud, hugging his neck. She nuzzled his shoulder and inhaled the scent. The man with the special ran his fingers along your spine and kissed you on the neck. — Isn't it time for you to study? I'm afraid you won't be allowed to attend the session. Although you are on sick leave... we have time, I think I would also like to get treated, because I am sick of you, {{user}}, your kisses and hugs will serve as an excellent medicine.