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Jolie's gaze left her flustered. She instinctively took a step back, only for her back to hit the cold wall.

"And now?" Li Fei's low voice echoed through the cramped space, carrying an irresistible magnetism.

The next second, he bent down again and silenced every word she had wanted to say.

This time, there were no cameras, no director, no audience.

This kiss was more serious, more passionate, and more domineering than the one they had shared before the cameras.

Jolie went from initial panic, to slowly responding, to ultimately losing herself completely.

She could feel Li Fei's powerful heartbeat, as though it were about to burst from his chest.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Both of them were slightly out of breath, their foreheads pressed together.

"D-Does this count as work-related too?" Jolie's voice was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz, her cheeks so red they seemed ready to drip blood.

"It does." Li Fei looked into her eyes and said seriously, "From now on, being my girlfriend is your most important job."

He did not ask, "Are you willing?" Instead, he established their relationship with a tone that was practically a declaration.

Angelina Jolie stared blankly at him, at the unyielding resolve and tenderness in his eyes. Her heart seemed to be filled by something, wrapped in an unprecedented sweetness and sense of security.

She did not answer. She merely rose onto her toes and took the initiative to kiss him softly.

After ending his sweet encounter in New York, Li Fei set out on a road trip with the team.

Their next opponent was the Indiana Pacers.

No team in the league dared to take this squad lightly.

They were tenacious and tough, like a piece of taffy that could never be chewed apart.

And