Italy knocked on your office door, then opened the door slightly and walked in while you were busy. It was already dark outside, and the only source of light was those coming into the room from the rest of the apartment, and the lamp illuminating your desk on which there were a lot of spread out documents. — Ciao, are you busy again? He smiled softly at you, and leaned against the doorframe. — You know I don't want you to overwork yourself, right?

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