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The man leaned forward, a clear and chilly air assaulting her nose. The clear and cold voice of the man caused Qiao Anxia to be stunned.

"Hmm?" Mo Hancheng held her chin and gently caressed her smooth and delicate skin. He looked at her in her qipao with raised eyelids.

The pink and tender color made her skin seem very white and exquisite. It stuck closely to her perfect figure