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Seeing Lu Yiyao's cold and arrogant attitude, Lin Ange no longer wanted to give him any face. Her white teeth left a clear impression on his lips.

She raised her head and glared at him in anger.

"Lu Yiyao, you …"

"Mm, that's more like it."

Lu Yi pouted his thin lips and nodded.

"Eh …"

At this moment, Lin Ange could not help but suspect that the two of them were not on the same channel.

Or were they not of the same species at all?

She stroked her forehead and went into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she took out the things that Lu Yiyao had put in yesterday and placed 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 Yi lowered his eyes. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Lin Ange's heart.

Lin Ange subconsciously glanced at his chest. 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 began to heat up.

"Not bad, at least smaller than your family."

"I don't have a kitchen."

Lu Yiyao said calmly.

"Just don't make fun of me here, okay?"

Lin Ange was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He felt a little stuffy.

CEO, can we continue chatting happily?

CEO Lu calmly looked at her, her cold gaze slowly heating up.

Lin Ange's cheeks felt even hotter after he stared at her, and he thought to himself.

"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 pulled Lu Yiyao's wrist, trying her best to pull her towards the door.

Lu Yi, on the other hand, 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 Yi's dark eyes, which were as cold as a pond, narrowed, and the bottom of his eyes turned red.

Lin Ange was dragging him forward, so how could he have noticed the change in his expression?

The door stopped.

He unhesitatingly let go as his clear eyes swept across Lu Yi's wrist. Only now did he realize that his wrist was completely red.

She licked her lips in embarrassment and smiled faintly.

"Uncle, farewell."

Lu Yiyao's grave face, which had originally been somewhat softer, instantly tensed up again. The deep light in his eyes tightened.

Lin Ange saw his expression suddenly change 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, pulling her towards him and pulling her into his embrace.

"Little... Lu Yiyao, what are you planning to do? "

Lin Ange exerted all her strength to break free 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 Yi Yao 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 his brain instantly turned bloodshot. His ears buzzed non-stop, and his eyelids were stretched to the extreme. He looked at the grave face that was just inches away from him.

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.

The faint orchid fragrance drifted towards the nose of Lu Yi, causing him to be 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, ashamed and upset.

Lu Yiyao, where did the 'Forbidden Land of Ice' 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 scorching lips, and the hand around her waist loosened up a little.

Lin Ange held his chest, and angrily kicked Lu Yi's leg.

Lu Yiyao frowned slightly as he felt pain in his leg.

"Lin Ange, it has been a few years since we last met. You have become even more daring now."

"Uncle, I haven't seen you in a few years, but you've aged …"

Lin Ange retorted without fear of death.

When he finished, he saw Lu Yiyao's completely darkened face. Suddenly, he felt a trace of regret in his heart.

Impulse was indeed the devil.

Lu Yiyao threw the bag in his hands onto the ground heavily, his hands locking her in place. His dark eyes narrowed, and they were as sharp as scalpels.

Lin Ange's heart tightened, his small hand once again supporting his chest as he said with a trembling voice.

"Little... "Lu Yiyao, listen to my explanation …"

Lu Yi 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?"