Psychologist*Financial man
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At such a close distance, Li Xia's eyes involuntarily slid from Qi Yu's eyes to his lips and slowly stopped, then she pressed his lips unconsciously.
"Doctor Yan, why did you kiss me just now?"
"Then why don't you hide?"
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The lights in the room were bright and dim. Qi Yu saw her lifting a glass of peach wine to her mouth from a distance, but he still couldn't help but stop her. He pulled the person away and threw him into the room: "Li Xia, do you want to die?"
Her emotions broke out for the first time: "You care about me?"
"I only care about you when you are sick!"
Later, he pressed her on the sofa, and his lips seemed to brush against her ear, causing a series of dense itches. She only heard him whisper: "Forgive me, okay?"
Concept: No skills, just feelings