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The person in front of him wasn't Lord Li who had nothing to do with her, wasn't the annoying Lord Li, wasn't the Lord Li who was emotionally attached to someone else, but was her Young Master.

The first sentence he uttered should have been said to her with a smile, "Little Eight, I'm back."

Instead of waking up abruptly, turning his head away with a look of awkwardness, and raising a hand to wipe his lips as if he couldn't quite believe what he had just done—that he had pinned a man against a wall and aggressively kissed him for a good while. The heat of his lips hadn't dissipated; instead, it spread even more scorchingly from his lips throughout his entire body.

"Why didn't you push me away?" At worst, she could have slapped him again and knocked him back to his senses. Why did she let him have his way for a good while, and now she was still wearing that alluring appearance with flushed cheeks and unfocused eyes, looking as if she could continue to let him pick and pluck at will? What on earth was he thinking? To actually use the word "alluring" to describe a man's appearance...

A cold, damp hand stroked his cheek, fingertips slipping past his burning lips, crawling all the way up the bridge of his nose to his eyelashes, blocking his vision. Her long lashes brushed lightly against his palm, and he could feel that palm trembling faintly over his eyes.

"I can't bear to treat you like a colleague..."

"..."

"Be with me."

Her confession came out of nowhere, sending a shudder through him from head to toe because he had almost thought the person speaking those crazy words was himself. He thought the voice in his mind or