Qiao An stood up and quietly looked at Li Xiaoran's baby-like face.
She felt indescribably depressed and uncomfortable. The person she was going to marry was supposed to be a loving and devoted man like Brother Xiaoran, but fate played tricks on her. She was already someone else's wife.
"Brother Xiaoran, I'm sorry. Qiao An is no longer worthy of your affection."
She leaned over and tucked him in gently.
Li Xiaoran suddenly stretched out his long arms and held Qiao An tightly in his arms. Then, his lips captured hers and kissed her hard.
"Xiao An!" Li Xiaoran called out in a muffled voice.
Qiao An was momentarily stunned.
She tried her best to push Li Xiaoran. However, her body was weak, and Li Xiaoran turned over and pressed her under him. Only then did she realize that it was no longer a matter of whether she wanted to or not.
"Qiao An, come back."
"Brother Xiaoran, wake up quickly. You can't do this?"
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