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After the two of them chatted for two hours, Lin Ange slowly narrowed her eyes.

She kept her arm around Lu Yiyao's waist.

Even in sleep.

The next morning.

Lin Ange woke up in a nightmare.

"Lu Yiyao..." "Lu Yiyao …"

she cried, sitting up abruptly. Her seaweed like hair hung in a mess. His eyes were a deep blue.

"An An, what's wrong?"

Lu Yiyao, who woke up from his daze, also sat up