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The door of the suite was gently pushed open and a tall figure walked into the room. Then, it stood quietly by the bed and stared coldly at the woman who was hugging the blanket and curled up into a ball.
The curtains in the bedroom were drawn. Outside, the sun had already sunk below the horizon. The light in the room was dim, accentuating the man standing by the bed. He was cold, handsome, and brooding.
Chu Yichen took another step forward and bent down to get closer to the woman who was sleeping soundly. His deep eyes gradually filled with anger. He stretched out his slender and well-defined hand and pinched her neck.
In her sleep, Li An'an frowned. "Chu Yichen, don't eat me. I don't taste good." Li An'an turned around and shook her head as she called out subconsciously.