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"Promise?" What promise? " Qiao Anxia asked with a puzzled expression.

"What do you think?" Mo Hancheng lowered his head and bit her earlobe, causing a scorching heat to spread down along her earlobe.

"I... "Mhmm …"

Qiao Anxia didn't have time to finish her sentence. The white skin on her neck turned crimson from his breathing. She instinctively shrank her neck and pushed at his chest