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The living room was bathed in dim light late at night, save for the flickering, silent afterimages on the television screen. The air was thick with a heavy, slightly oppressive atmosphere—one that only comes from several grown men sharing a space. Lin Jinqiang sprawled boldly across the center of the sofa, his robust, meaty frame nearly sinking into the plush cushions. Having just finished days of back-to-back overtime, he exuded a weary yet powerfully masculine aura. His white tank top strained tautly over his broad chest, while the warm, gently rounded bulge of his belly rose and fell with each slow breath. He wore nothing but a pair of dark gray cotton briefs, his thick, heavily furred thighs splayed wide and unguarded. Scattered haphazardly on the floor were the black socks and briefcase he’d kicked off as soon as he’d walked through the door.