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"Qiao Anxia, do you know that you're playing with fire?" Mo Hancheng's throat moved as he leaned over and gently bit her earlobe.

The man's warm breath landed on her ears. It was itchy, and her body seemed to be covered with electricity. The numbing feeling made Qiao Anxia's face flush red.

She shrank her neck, but her small hands grabbed onto Mo Hancheng's tie and pulled him close