This Young Master must be a fake
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As he lowered his handsome face and advanced toward her, his warm breath gushed over her face. He went closer and closer to her.
His thin lips stopped in front of the tip of her nose—it looked like he was about to kiss her.
Nian Xiaomu froze all of a sudden.
She had no time to attend to Chen Zixin anymore. Her eyes enlarged as Yu Yuehan, who seemed to have an unknown motive, hovered right in front of her face.
"Young Master, give me some space. I can't breathe like this…" Nian Xiaomu wanted to subconsciously retreat backward, but Xiao Liuliu was standing behind her—she would bump into Xiao Liuliu if she moved backward.
"Unable to breathe? Let me take a look." The corner of Yu Yuehan's lips curled in a devilish manner, and he took one more step forward.