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She raised her head and glared at him in anger.
"Lu Yiyao, you …"
"Mm, that's more like it."
Lu Yiyao pursed his lips and nodded.
"Eh …"
At this moment, Lin Ange couldn't help but suspect if the two of them were on the same channel.
Or were they not of the same species at all?
She touched her forehead, walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She took out the things Lu Yiyao put in yesterday and put them in a plastic bag.
He walked up to him, grabbed his wrist, and hooked the plastic bag around his finger.
"My kitchen is too small, why don't you go back home and do it yourself?!"
"Not small."
Lu Yiyao looked down and glanced at Lin Ange's chest out of the corner of his eyes.
Lin Ange subconsciously glanced at her heart. Although it was not surging, it was still very impressive.
Her cheeks were flushed.
He couldn't wait to curse and scold him. Where should he look?
However, she didn't dare to do so, nor did she want the great Buddha to leave as soon as possible.
Lu Yiyao looked at the slender jade hand that was grabbing onto his wrist. His Adam's apple rolled and his body felt a little warm up.
"Not bad, at least smaller than your family."
"I don't have a kitchen."
Lu Yiyao said lightly.
"Just don't make fun of me here, okay?"
Lin Ange was so angry that she almost vomited blood. Her heart felt a little stuffy.
CEO, can we continue chatting happily?
President Lu looked at her leisurely, while his cold eyes started to burn.
Lin Ange's cheeks were burning hot as she thought to herself.
"It won't do to be soft. It seems like I can only do something even more difficult."
Unable to bear it any longer, she grabbed Lu Yiyao's wrist and dragged him towards the door.
Lu Yiyao also cooperated and followed her.
Otherwise, with just her small arm, would she be able to pull him?
Her warm palm pressed against the skin of his wrist, and her heart felt as if it had been brushed by a feather, rippling in ripples.
Lu Yiyao squinted his cold eyes, while the bottom of his eyes turned red.
Lin Ange was dragging him along on her own, so how could she have noticed the change in his expression?
The door stopped.
He did not hesitate to let go, his clear eyes swept across Lu Yiyao's wrist and found that it was completely red.
She licked her lips in embarrassment and smiled faintly.
"Uncle, farewell."
Lu Yiyao's originally soft face instantly tensed up again. The light in his deep eyes tightened.
Lin Ange noticed his sudden change in expression and instantly reacted.
He seemed to have a special 'dislike' to the term 'Little Uncle'.
"That, Lu Yi …"
She smiled awkwardly and quickly changed her words.
Before she could finish, Lu Yiyao grabbed her arm with one hand, pulled her towards him and held her in his arms.
"Little... Lu Yiyao, what are you doing? "
Lin Ange tried her best to free herself from his embrace. However, this man's single arm was extremely powerful. His waist was on the verge of breaking, and his aura was unstable.
"…"
Lu Yiyao didn't say anything, he lowered his head and quickly kissed her lips.
Four years later.
They kissed again.
Lin Ange's scalp went numb and her brain instantly became bloodshot. Her ears buzzed non-stop. Her eyelids were pulled up to the maximum as she looked at the grave face that was just inches away from her.
His heart tightened, his heart rate suddenly became chaotic, and his heart rate dropped to his throat.
Push him away.
They could not have any interaction with him.
In her head, a voice was commanding her.
She put her hands on his strong chest and tried her best to break free. However, this man's strength was too great. The distance between the two of them did not increase, but instead became closer.
His heart beat through the palm of his hand.
Bang bang bang.
Strong and powerful.
All the cells in her body were in a state of battle, and a thin layer of sweat had formed on her taut back.
A faint orchid fragrance drifted towards Lu Yiyao's nose, making him unable to control himself.
The sweet taste of the Q-ball was the same as four years ago.
Her cold lips moved freely, and her mouth overflowed with the taste of two people.
Lin Ange was angry, angry, and upset.
Lu Yiyao, where did the ban go?
The air was filled with a charming atmosphere that caused one's ears to turn red.
A moment later.
Lu Yiyao slowly withdrew his burning lips, while the hand around her waist relaxed a little.
Lin Ange held her heaving heart and kicked Lu Yiyao resentfully.
Lu Yiyao frowned slightly as he felt pain in his leg.
"Lin Ange, it's been a few years since we last met. You've grown bolder."
"Uncle, I haven't seen you in a few years, but you've aged …"
Lin Ange retorted without fear of death.
As he finished, he saw Lu Yiyao's dark face and felt regret in his heart.
Impulse was indeed the devil.
Lu Yiyao heavily threw the bag in his hands onto the ground. Both of his hands locked onto her. His dark and narrow eyes narrowed, while his sharp and cold eyes were as sharp as scalpels.
Lin Ange's heart tightened. She placed her small hand on his chest and said with a trembling voice.
"Little... "Lu Yiyao, listen to my explanation …"
Lu Yiyao frowned, lowered his eyes, and said coldly.
"Tell me, where am I old?"
"You are not old, you are a flower, how can you be old?"