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He crossed his arms and a trace of panic flashed across his eyes.
Lu Yiyao didn't say anything. He walked closer step by step, blocking her path to the corner of the sofa and directly kissing her.
"Eh, Lu …"
Lin Ange's clear eyes were wide open, completely at a loss of what to do.
What did this man say?
Lu Yiyao's big hand opened her hands, which were wrapped around her heart. It was probably his fault.
This time, the two were so close that there was not even the slightest gap.
Her cold lips slowly heated up and became hotter.
He tossed and turned about wantonly, his mouth filled with a refreshing and sweet taste.
Sensing the changes in his body, Lin Ange's face was burning. She wanted to struggle, but there was no strength in her body at all.
She had just been discharged from the hospital. Although her body was fine, she had not fully recovered.
Lu Yiyao's big palm started to get restless...
Lin Ange's entire body was tense. Every cell in her body had entered a state of intense combat. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty.
"Lu Yiyao, you can't …"
Lu Yiyao interrupted her.
"Can't? Four years ago, when you fell in my arms, why didn't you say so? "
"Four years ago …"
Lin Ange was stunned for a moment before she said with a flushed face.
"That was an accident. Back then …"
"That was my first time."
Lu Yiyao bit her earlobe as a scorching heat burst out. His big palm lifted the hem of her shirt.
"The first time?!"
Lin Ange's heartbeat quickened. Gritting her teeth, she summoned up her courage and said.
"How is this possible? "You …"
"How is that impossible?"
Lu Yiyao had a serious expression.
"Even if it is, so what?"
"What do you think?"
Lu Yiyao's eyes turned red as his warm palm touched his glistening skin.
"You mean, you don't want me to take responsibility?"
Lin Ange was terrified.
It was the first time for a man with such wealth and looks to be 24 years old. Who would believe this if it were known?
Lu Yiyao stopped what he was doing and said word by word with an even more serious expression.
"I have to be responsible."
OMG!
Lin Ange couldn't wait to knock herself out with a lightning bolt.
How did he offend such a man?
You can't escape after one try?
"That was my first time, and we were even. I don't need you to take responsibility, and neither do you want me to take responsibility.
Lin Ange's long eyelashes blinked, and her starry eyes were full of hope.
"Not much?"
Lu Yiyao said coldly.
His body was getting hotter and hotter, as if he had a cold.
Lin Ange's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat as she said pitifully.
"What do you want?"
"Responsible for the end."
Lu Yiyao pursed his lips, while his eyes became determined.
"…"
Lin Ange weakly rolled her eyes. She really wanted to feign her death to escape.
"Damn it!" "Lu Yiyao, I didn't expect you to be such a petty person. I didn't even tell you to take responsibility, and you still have the nerve to make me take responsibility until the end!"
Lu Yiyao saw that she didn't say anything, so he covered her mouth with his.
"Huff … Huff …"
Lin Ange almost choked on her anger as she tried her best to hold Lu Yiyao back.
"Am I still sick? "How about another day …"
After Lin Ange finished speaking, her face flushed red.
How could he say such shameful words?
Another day?
He must have been too angry with the man.
However, Lu Yiyao's words really did have some effect. Lu Yiyao's big hands stopped moving and he stood up.
Lin Ange's gaze swept across the room and closed her eyes in panic when she saw something she shouldn't have seen.
Where he was …
It's a little big.
Lu Yiyao didn't tidy up his wrinkled clothes and walked into the bathroom with his long, proud legs.
Lin Ange turned around and sat back down, her heart thumping rapidly.
For a long time.
When Lu Yiyao came out of the bathroom, he saw Lin Ange nervously grabbing a pillow in front of her and hugging herself as if she was trying to protect herself.
The corner of his mouth twitched. Just as he was about to speak, Ding Mo called him.
"Mm …" "Hmm …" "Alright …"
Lin Ange noticed that while Lu Yiyao was answering the phone, his expression became darker and gloomier to the point of almost dripping water.
He retracted his phone and looked at Lin Ange condescendingly.
"I have to leave first. Remember to eat lunch."
"Good, Little..." "Take care …"
Hearing this, Lin Ange's nervous face instantly relaxed and a joyful smile appeared in her clear eyes.
"This girl …"
Lu Yiyao's lips twitched as he strode towards the door.
Pata.
When Lin Ange saw him leave, she went to the door and replugged the doorbell in case something like this happened again.
The security lock was also locked.
He then walked into the study and turned on the computer.
Gu Mengmeng sent the Contract over. She looked at it carefully, saw the end, pursed her lips and muttered.
"Why do you have to ask me to be a screenwriter? How could I have the time?"
He picked up his phone and replied to Gu Mengmeng without hesitation.
"I've seen the contract. Anything else is fine, but I can't do the last one."
After two minutes, Gu Mengmeng came back.
"I knew you couldn't do it. Ge Ge, then I'll reject. "
"Yes."
Lin Ange sent a helpless emoji.
"Lying on the Couch" was her first novel, written four years ago when she was pregnant with little bun. He started publishing it online, but didn't expect that the reaction would be pretty good. He followed suit and published it.