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Wen Xin was so embarrassed that her small face was slightly flushed. Leng Jueye lifted her small face with her long fingers and locked her tender red lips with his gaze, as if he was about to kiss her.

Wen Xin hurriedly closed her eyes, neither dodging nor deviating, as she waited for his cold lips to kiss her.

At first, this kiss was very gentle and light, as though it was more of a comfort