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"What's that?" Gu Mo Chen's lips moved closer, and without waiting for Su Nian's answer, he pecked her smooth lips. Su Xin's thoughts had tasted true suffocation. Her nose was obviously useful, but she could not feel herself breathing.

After a while, Gu Mo Chen finally let go. He saw a soft pink flush rise up on Su Nian's cheeks, and Su Nian lowered her head and lowered her eyes. What..