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... ce, like an iron whip sweeping.
Yang Ming repeated his old trick, clasped his five fingers upside down on Boya Hancock's round and crystal ankle, and said with a smile:
"Boa Hancock, you don't want to see your two younger sisters living a precarious life with the people of this country, do you?"
Feeling the strong strength of Yang Ming's iron hand again, a delicate blush appeared on Boya Hancock's delicate cheeks, a bit shy, a bit angry, and a bit unspeakable affection.
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