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Qiao Anxia frowned as she struggled to lift her hand to give him a slap!

Mo Tingyue easily grabbed her wrist. His tall body suddenly pressed against her, pressing her against the door. His voice was extremely cold, "Qiao Anxia, have you forgotten your identity?"

Mo Tingyue grabbed her chin with his hand, then his handsome face approached her again and again, "You are my woman, you are my wife