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Lin Ange's back was pressed against the corner of the sofa. There was nowhere for her to move.

He crossed his arms and a trace of panic flashed across his eyes.

Lu Yiyao didn't say anything. He walked closer step by step, blocking her path to the corner of the sofa and directly kissing her.

"Eh, Lu …"

Lin Ange's clear eyes were wide open, completely at a loss of what to do