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Qiao Anxia was pressed down on the chair by him, but she straightened her back and sat stiffly.

Her face was cold, like a doll that couldn't move. She just sat there without moving, but Mo Tingyue didn't mind at all.

He wasn't sure if it was because Qiao Anxia had returned, but he was in a good mood, and even drinking water felt sweet to him.

In the months that she had been gone