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Lin Ange's back was quickly pressed against the corner of the sofa. There was nowhere for her to move.

He crossed his arms and a trace of panic flashed across his eyes.

Lu Yiyao did not say a word as he approached step by step, blocking her path to the corner of the sofa and directly kissing her.

"Eh, Lu …"

Lin Ange's eyes were wide open, and she was at a loss of what to do.

What did this man say?

Lu Yi's large hands pulled her hands away from her heart. It was probably him.

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.

Lin Ange could feel the changes in his body. His face was burning, and he tried to struggle, but his body didn't have the slightest bit of strength.

She had just been discharged from the hospital. Although her body was fine, she had not fully recovered.

Lu Yiyao's palms began to become restless...

Lin Ange's body tensed up and every cell in his body entered a battle-ready state. He then swallowed his saliva with 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 he said with a flushed face.

"That was an accident. Back then …"

"That was my first time."

Lu Yi bit her earlobe as a scorching heat burst forth. He lifted the hem of her shirt with his large palm.

"The first time?!"

Lin Ange's heartbeat quickened. He gritted his teeth and summoned up his courage as he spoke.

"How is this possible? "You …"

"How is that impossible?"

Lu Yiyao had a serious look on his face.

"Even if it is, so what?"

"What do you think?"

Lu Yi's warm palm made contact with his glistening skin, and a hint of red appeared in his eyes.

"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, his expression becoming more serious as he said word by word.

"I have to be responsible."

OMG!

Lin Ange wanted nothing more than to knock himself 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 blinked her eyes, her eyes filled with a trace of pleading.

"Not much?"

Lu Yi said coldly.

His body was getting hotter and hotter, as if he had a cold.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Lin Ange's forehead as he said pitifully.

"What do you want?"

"Responsible for the end."

Lu Yi pursed his lips and the light in his eyes became very resolute.

"…"

Lin Ange feebly rolled his eyes. He really wanted to feign death to escape.

"Damn it!" Lu Yiyao, I didn't think you were 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 Yi saw that she didn't say anything from afar, so he covered her mouth with his.

"Huff … Huff …"

Lin Ange felt like he was about to suffocate, and his hands struggled to reach the ground.

"Am I still sick? "How about another day …"

After Lin Ange finished speaking, his face flushed red.

How could he say such shameful words?

Another day?

He must have been too angry with the man.

However, these words really did have some effect. Lu Yiyao's big hands stopped moving and stood up.

Lin Ange casually swept her gaze over it. Seeing what she shouldn't have seen, she hurriedly closed her eyes.

Where he was …

It's a little big.

Lu Yiyao also didn't adjust his wrinkled clothes, instead, he strode into the bathroom with his long, proud legs.

Lin Ange sat back down, his heart thumping rapidly.

For a long time.

Lu Yi just came out of the bathroom and saw Lin Ange nervously grabbing a pillow and hugging it to his chest, looking as if she was protecting herself.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and just as he was about to speak, Ding Wan called him.

"Mm …" "Hmm …" "Alright …"

Lin noticed that while Lu Yiyao was answering the phone, his face became darker and gloomier to the point that even droplets of water were about to come out of it.

He retracted his thread and looked down 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 …"

The corner of Lu Yi's lips twitched as he strode towards the door.

Pata.

Lin Ange saw him leave, went to the door, and plugged in the doorbell again, 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 and finally pouted her lips and mumbled.

"Why do you have to ask me to be a screenwriter? How could I have the time?"

Picking up his phone, he 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 returned.

"I knew you couldn't do it. Ge Ge, then I'll reject. "

"Yes."

Lin Ange sent a helpless emoji over.

"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.