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"Then what do you want?"

Not enough?

What else did he want?

Qiao Anxia looked at him blankly.

"I still want to …" The corner of Mo Hancheng's mouth curled up into an evil smile. He pinched Qiao Anxia's chin with his long fingers and bent over to grab her lips, "It's like this."

The low voice fell almost at the same time as the kiss