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... if the silver needle was on her own body,
Ahem, inexplicably, her little face turned beet red once again, her heart thumping with joy. But her expression was still one of gritted teeth and clenched jaws.
"Linlin, are you satisfied now?" He looked at Mu Lin with a charming smile.
"Satisfied my foot." Frustrated and blushing, Mu Lin didn’t hear how Jing Chen had referred to himself, otherwise she would have retorted, "You’re the ghost, wife."
Jing Chen burst into l ...
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