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Love in the billionaire's mansion
When the popular singer, WIK was ordered to warm the bed of the bronzled billionaire Porsche Kittisawat, he d...
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When the Kittisawat brothers have a very different motive to enter the Theerapanyakul's mansion.
Baby sitter
10 years ago, when Kim was a struggling musician, he was offered 10,000 Baht to babysit the spoiled prince of...