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... ith all his strength, he couldn't make this woman hurt.
His five fingers pinched Ling Xiaoyue's calf, it felt like pinching a piece of warm and fragrant nephrite, soft, silky and supple, with an excellent touch.
The force on the five fingers disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea.
Ling Xiaoyue picked up the jug and slammed it on Fang Zhou's head lightly: "Put harder, apprentice, and you're still scrambling to eat dinner with me, why do you look weak."
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