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She kept rubbing her lips so much they were almost chapped, and it was giving Zeyu a headache.

He asked, "Are you mad at me? Is that it?"

"There's nothing to be mad about," Xinling retorted.

"You are mad at me, aren't you?"

Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders, his eyes serious as he stared at her. He shouted, "Ji Xinling, you are mad at me