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"Squeak."

A man stood at the doorway, dressed in light gray casual wear, his confident demeanor and bright eyes outshining the sunlight beside him.

Yuhan took a few quick steps to him, stood on her tiptoes, and wrapped her arms around his neck with a smile. "Good morning, Mr. Yan."

Yan Yu felt a tickle in his heart. His woman was right there, teasing him, making it hard to resist.

Suddenly