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The force on Mo Shangjun's waist increased, preventing her from moving backward.
Mo Shangjun also stopped promptly.
The two were sitting very close, face to face. Ya Tianxing had his arms around her waist while her right hand rested on his shoulder.
She slightly lifted her gaze, and their eyes met.
Her lips were a rosy red, and a smile played at their edges. Her slender eyes curved up, and a hint of laughter spread from the bottom of her eyes. That smile was neither too deep nor too shallow, masterfully controlled, yet incredibly seductive.
Even with makeup on her delicate face, her elegance was not concealed.
Ya Tianxing's Adam's apple moved, feeling that this woman was quite something, tantalizing to the point of itching one's heart.
"Flirting and then running away isn't very nice, is it?" Ya Tianxing chuckled lowly, his thin lips parting, his voice husky and pleasant.
