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The man’s dark eyes were deep and dangerous as he looked at her.
Ming Yao knew he was angry.
Her delicate fingertips poked his rigid chest, her voice soft, “Of course, I was confident before I said that.”
His brows furrowed even deeper, his voice low and husky, “Even if you’re confident, I don’t want to hear those two words.”
Ming Yao buried her little face in his chest, rubbing against him like a kitten, “I was wrong, husband, can you stop being ang ...
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