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The boy clung to him like an octopus, locking him in a tight grip.

Xavier Grayson stared at the ceiling in resignation.

He had turned into a human body pillow—just like that.

Oh well. As long as the kid was happy.

With that thought, he switched off the light.

Little did he know, Adrian Grayson was smiling beneath the covers.

That smile carried layers of meaning