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As Qiao Anxia was talking to Mo Tingyue, he suddenly bent over to hold her face close.

"What are you doing?" She uneasily clenched her fists and asked in puzzlement.

The man's handsome face, which was in close proximity to her, slowly curved into an evil smile. He stared at her face and raised his eyebrows. "I want to kiss you."

Qiao Anxia's mouth twitched