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... tion run wild.” An Lan ruffled his hair. “If I wanted to have anything with Mr. Xiao, I wouldn’t wait till today. He’s not my type.”
“Then what’s your type?” Xu Baohan raised an eyebrow as he looked at her, his crimson lips curling up slightly.
An Lan was secretly amused by his “naivety”. He clearly knew her type, yet he still insisted on asking. “I like men like you.”
“Good.” Xu Baohan’s pupils contracted slightly as he pulled her to sit on his lap. “I’m not used t ...
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