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... ing the rusty odor, she abruptly started struggling again.

“Why is there a smell of blood?”

“There’s none, you must be mistaken!” Li Shengxiao calmly embraced her, maintaining a steadied composure as he spoke indifferently.

Rong Yan sniffed carefully again and still felt something was off, “No way, it’s definitely the smell of blood. How could you be bleeding? Are you injured?”

Her struggles intensified.

“Li Shengxiao, let go of me. Let me have a look!”

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