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... his back. He subconsciously swallowed.
Gu Ran retracted her hand and blew lightly on her fist. “Do you know why I didn’t hit your face?”
Mengxing’s face was pale as he shook his head gently. Gu Ran curled her lips and said, “You and Mengshen are of the same generation. He calls MO Yancheng Uncle, and I’m of the same generation as MO Yancheng. Strictly speaking, you can be considered my junior. If I slap you in the face the first time, it would seem like I’m not protecting the wea ...
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