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Jiang Liran wanted to retreat a few steps, but Han Mu directly strode forward.

He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You … "Don't …"

"No what?"

Han Mu laughed deeply, "I think my own wife is pretty normal right?"

She listened.

He just frowned.

His whole face was a little too red, and he looked especially uncomfortable.

Who is your wife?

I just said no.

Now