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"Warm?" Ye Yue asked.

"Warm." Leng Yanran lowered his head and answered like a primary school student who had made a mistake.

Ye Yue gently held onto Leng Yanran's shoulder, "Raise your head and look at me."

This girl had angered him, but he only pretended to be pretending to be dead, and he just didn't know what to do with her.

Leng Yanran shook her head. She just didn't want to look at him