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After a pause, Lin Qi decided to end the topic, "Then forget it."
"Mm."
Mo Shangjun closed those files, shut her notebook, and stood up.
Lin Qi's body, which had just relaxed, instantly tensed up again.
"What are you doing?" Lin Qi raised her voice sharply, her tone and expression showing that she cared immensely.
Lazily lifting her eyes, Mo Shangjun looked at her with resignation, feeling a slight ache in her ears.
"Platoon Leader Lin."
Mo Shangjun beckoned to her.
Lin Qi was startled, feeling something was wrong, but still moved closer to her.
Mo Shangjun reached out and put an arm around Lin Qi's shoulders. Lin Qi, suddenly remembering her statement that she was "indiscriminate in her tastes," stiffened entirely.
To shake her off or not became a brief consideration for Lin Qi.
However, what followed from Mo Shangjun's mouth didn't give her any more time to consider these things.
