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"Let go!"

"Not at all."

Regardless of how cold his voice was, Qiao Anxia still hugged his neck without letting go, as if she was determined to stay with him.

"Carry me and eat."

Qiao Anxia's voice was very soft. She deliberately leaned close to his face, her warm breath caressing his chin with a coquettish tone.

"Qiao Anxia!"

Mo Hancheng carried him and was so angry that his face sank