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"Yes."

Lu Yiyao nodded without changing his expression.

"Eh …"

Lin Ange didn't expect him to respond so naturally, without the slightest bit of embarrassment.

"Hot?"

Lu Yiyao raised his eyebrows and asked warmly.

"Not hot …"

Lin Ange curled the corner of her mouth into a pear-shaped vortex and smiled faintly. Even without her 3000 strands of black hair