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Actually, she knew that he wouldn't usually act like this, was it his habit to just stretch out his hand and directly pull her over, and that's it?
Awkward, awkward, all kinds of awkward!
As if possessed, she withdrew her hand. She didn't know how to face him, but the next second, she was pulled into his wolfish embrace by the man.
"Do you still want to sing?"
Holding tightly to the soft little woman in his arms, Xing Liehuo's cold heart always softened easily, and his dark, deep eyes seemed nailed to her face.
He wasn't used to backing down; frankly, this was already his limit.
"No..."
Gently replying with a sentence, Lian Qiao didn't know what to say next. She didn't want to argue, and she wanted to live a good life, but with the hurt inflicted, how was she supposed to get close to him? Besides, the thoughts of this man were buried too deep, so deep that she felt she could never touch them; this made her panic, feeling like she was always on the edge of his heart.
