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By the time Bo Jinlan finally left, Jiang Yaoyao was panting, hurriedly trying to push him away.
However, the man still clung to her, his fingers tightly wrapping around her waist.
Jiang Yaoyao glared at him, "Let go of me this instant!"
Bo Jinlan chuckled softly, "Shush—"
The man's voice was deep and hoarse; his scorching breath lingered around her nostrils, causing her entire face to heat up.
"Keep it down, or we might easily be heard."
Jiang Yaoyao: "???"
If you didn't mess around, how could we possibly be heard?
Bo Jinlan pecked her on the corner of her mouth again, seemed finally satisfied, loosened his fingers, and sat back in his original seat.
Jiang Yaoyao sighed with relief, hastily adjusted her posture, and flipped out a compact mirror.
