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Lying on the carpet, Mu Feichi raised an eyebrow as he looked at the devil sitting on him. "Oh? What's happening here, babe?"

He wrapped his hands around her slender waist, his eyes sparkling with burning passion as he looked at her with a half-smile. The passion in his eyes could almost set Yun Xi alight.

"Nothing. If this will get you to talk seriously then I don't mind sitting on this human cushion. It's a comfortable seat anyway."

Yun Xi positioned herself proudly on his waist, although avoiding his important parts. Looking down from her elevated position, she continued, "Can we talk business now?"

"Sure, let's continue." Mu Feichi reached out and grabbed a cushion from the sofa and put it behind his head. His happy gaze fell on Yun Xi. He realized that he quite enjoyed being in this position as they conversed.

They were not ordinary people, and this way of communication was more suitable for them.