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The man's large palm gently caressed Qiao Anxia's face. The coldness from his fingers seeped into her bones.

Qiao Anxia dodged his hand, "Mu Lingchuan, we are not possible."

Hearing this, Mu Lingchuan's smile froze.

"Why not?"

His slender fingers suddenly pinched Qiao Anxia's small face. With a trace of anger surging in the depths of his starry eyes, he said