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Lu Huaiyu stood up and walked over.

Ning Li became more and more nervous, as she tried hard to recall what had happened after she had blacked out last night.

Before she could make up her mind, Lu Huaiyu was already standing in front of her.

He bent over slightly, his deep phoenix-like eyes looking straight at her.

Ning Li's face couldn't help but heat up.

'Could he tell...'

"Are you not feeling well?"

Lu Huaiyu raised his hand and touched her forehead,

"Your face is still so red. Do you have a fever?"

Ning Li immediately shook her head and braced herself to ask, "No, no. My... Second Brother, last night... Did I do anything I shouldn't have done?"

Sure enough, she appeared to have forgotten everything.

Lu Huaiyu straightened up and tilted his head to look at her. His gaze lingered on her plump and moist lips for a moment before he moved away.

He thought for a moment before he raised his eyebrows and smiled.