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A black shadow loomed over her, obscuring her vision.
Mo Tingyue's handsome face got closer and closer, so close that she could see the flustered look on his face reflected in his dark pupils.
He held the documents on the desk and locked Qiao Anxia up.
This posture... It was very ambiguous.
Qiao Anxia wanted to dodge to the side, but she was unable to do so