Entangled, hegemonic kiss

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Xia Yimo sat down beside him. Just before she could respond, Longyaochen had already imprisoned her with her long arm, followed the trend and deceived her beautiful face.

"What are you doing?" Xia Yimo was shocked, and then, looking at the elegance of the oppression, she leaned back reflectively. However, the sofa behind her resisted her retreating body and made her retreat irreversible.

Longyaochen's face stopped just a centimeter away from Xia Yimo's face. His mouth was crowded with evil ideas. He looked at Xia Yimo with deep ink pupils and a hint of constriction in his cold face. However, it was only fleeting.

Because they...