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The faint scent of blood filled the air as Long Yue grabbed Pang Shuangyue’s hair, lifted her up, and fiercely struck her stunning face.
Each hit scraped her skin with nails, leaving blood marks—her screams and cries echoed continuously.
One, two, three...
She counted each one, just like she watched Li Qingmu endure the lashings last night!
Empress Qiao attacked them, husband and wife, and their arms were too thin to twist against strong thighs. But you wi ...
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